He goes by. Orion 1717 or Foxtrot Clone# 2047.
He doesn't remember what happened....but he remembers how he was made for. He remembers how he was created. He was created to serve the human race of something what he was as a personal slave...
He remembers how horribly he was treated, the way how he was used the way how I was thrown out. He don't know why but all he ever wanted was to be... human.
Humanity had once a servant race known as The Foxtrot, genetically modified and artificially breed clones that served to do what they do best for humanity, either as soldiers or as slaves for their war and are pretty much described as 'cheap, mass produced, impeccably competent, intelligent and versatile' in however they were made and literally born to do.
But before a couple of wars later the recent discovery in the controversy of their creations has rendered them banned from the much more legal worthy The Foxtrot being much more reliable and efficient in comparison to the far more inferior and short-lived Replacements which, unfortunately, one should know where it is going towards.
Join him on adventure that felt like it is ripped straight from a fantasy novel he had read about before and facing many tough obstacles and the likewise thought of being a artifact breed clone freelancer in a medieval fantasy world is just something that he can't wrap his head around yet no matter how to good it is to be true, there is no denying how awesome his new life is....