I was born 20odd years ago and after some basic few, harmonic years with my mother, the cyberentity that is my father came from the future to try and cure me of a techno cancer, that threatened to devour me alive. Without going into specifics, I was allowed to tag along to the future, where I was taught the best from Ashanti's school for gifted, chromatic students. Something was not right about the fabric of reality, and I was commissioned to investigate the cause in our current time but along the way, something went horribly wrong. The timetrip blew up, undoubtedly tinkered with by my archnemisis MonoHomo, leaving me facially scarred for life, and I remember not much but I awoke one morning in an asylum for the insane.
A ridiculous charge had been brought against me, which I was barely able to escape, in an ellaborate stunt of special effects and masterful sequential cut between scenes. After a brief nomadic journey, that included Denmark, Brazil and Holland, I went to Greenland and lived there for a few years, while meeting many dangerously, exciting people and having discovered Barbelith, I began a psychical spell that would attract others of my kind, because I am not the only one from the future, and rather unimaginatively, I logged on as ReformedRobotMan, a nod to my physical state. With the passing of time, I invented Chrome, dear old RRM was unable to contain me and the ficsuit carried on as a cross between hardware simulation and a magickal spell. |