Cold steel; bio fluids.. feels like a neural-jack added this time. -Who AM I!? Memories float through:...a valued asset to the Mission.. keep you on file, in case of further need.. They froze me.. so that's why I'm in this pod. More flashes; Moved across SolSec 5 times over the millenia, never activated. Guess they forgot why they kept me on payroll. Success ratio, collateral damage, primary/secondary objectives, and the Pay-Off. The ONLY things that matter to a Merc. I remember my name now. No, another copy; a clone of Mondo. Problem is, that Scientist over there says I'm a billion LightYears from SolSec, and a couple thousand years too late. WTF!, that data-log says they have copies of me in Stations all accross the Sector. "Hey! you Scientist sons-of-bitches. I'll teach you to make copies of me!" -A single flash; noone hears their screams in the Void. "Damn I love the smell of a ruptured hull in the morning!" -Mondo's Back Baby!-