I was born... Im living and occasionally die.

Born... a far more confusing concept these days. Decanted might be a better term. A body bioengineered to accept a pilot that got blown up... alot. At least until the clone bay gets old, and the maintenance crew gets lazy. Six pilots all simultaneously transfered into the same body. Memory fragments and reflexes that had to be completely retrained. I am no longer that which I was designed to be. The court cases are all currently outstanding, I may even get recognized as a living sentient entity. Fortunately, capsuleers aren't often asked much about one's background. As I don't exist, I live as a shadow and collect those secrets that will bring me the status that so many others take for granted... I am Human... Aren't I?