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 motormouthed scientist. As a child, you took pride in booby trapping your house, but it soon became obvious that you were meant for bigger things. That's where your photographic memory came in. It was essential in your final evolution into who you were truly meant to be. Your time for greatness is here. Hasta-la-vista, baby!
