You remember very little of your old life. You were born in an underwater fortress in the Mariana Trench and raised lovingly by a gang of mutant bikers. As a child, you took pride in bending silverware with your mind, 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. Do not go gentle into that good fight!