You remember very little of your old life. You were born on the floor of the New York Stock Exchange and raised lovingly by a cyborg fugitive. As a child, you took pride in being a road warrior on endless motorbike trips, but it soon became obvious that you were meant for bigger things. That's where your horde of loyal yellow assistants came in. It was essential in your favorite blender dying, mid-blend, right before you discovered it was out of production. Your time for greatness is here. You're the cure!
