You remember very little of your old life. You were born in the same bed your father was born in and raised lovingly by a kindly old warrior who adopted you. As a child, you took pride in scarfing down chili dogs, but it soon became obvious that you were meant for bigger things. That's where your photographic memory came in. It was essential in the quest for peace. Your time for greatness is here. Hasta-la-vista, baby!