You remember very little of your old life. You were born in the back of a diner along Route 66 and raised lovingly by a cabal of faceless corporate drones. As a child, you took pride in tuning up muscle cars, but it soon became obvious that you were meant for bigger things. That's where your robot guardian came in. It was essential in the quest for peace. Your time for greatness is here. Hasta-la-vista, baby!
