You remember very little of your old life. You were born in a speeding, rattling, time-travelling hunk of junk and raised lovingly by a cabal of faceless corporate drones. As a child, you took pride in cooking blue sky, but it soon became obvious that you were meant for bigger things. That's where your unhealthy obsession with being the best of the best of the best (sir!) came in. It was essential in just getting through another bleak day. Your time for greatness is here. Yippie-ki-yay!