You remember very little of your old life. You were born in a speeding, rattling, time-travelling hunk of junk and raised lovingly by your grandmother. As a child, you took pride in hardcore knitting, but it soon became obvious that you were meant for bigger things. That's where your photographic memory came in. It was essential in exposing the alien infiltration of society. Your time for greatness is here. There's no fate but what you make!
