Hettori Hanzo wasn’t always my name. It was a gift passed to me by an eccentric old man. A man that I own everything to. His memory will always live on through everything that he accomplished throughout out his life. Through great honor, with great knowledge and by making great sacrifices he helped shaped earth back into a planet we can live on. You might argue that would have happened without his help because the first terraforming platform was already build shortly before he was born, but many know that without his advancements in the technology we might still be trying to reform earth into a livable habitat instead of exploring and colonizing other planets. Many say as he aged he began wasting the resources allocated to him trying to preserve his ancient heritage and that, more than anything else, is probably what lead to his death. I know, on the other hand, that without his drive to preserve what was lost he never would have achieved so much. The world at large would never believe his true legacy, preferring to remember the great if senile old man. He carried it with him in his heart akin to Daughters of Danaus with their water. Unless somehow through my achievements his dream can be realized.