I work very hard but do not always get proper recognition. I am intensely intelligent but naive about corporate life; the shattering of my optimistic illusions are frequent comic fodder around the office. I died while test piloting the company's prototype moon shuttle. A co-worker cloned my body, but because another co-worker put candy in my DNA jar, I am part Snickers bar. By random luck (which some were hoping for), my soul reincarnated into my new body. Luckily, my studies of Guided Reincarnation and Advanced Shapeshifting at IIT allowed me to assume my usual form.
