The Data Record of PRTR-001

I'm the ghost of a ghost of a ghost.

David Ransom Porter was a hero. He was human, all too human, but he was a hero.

I'm not David Ransom Porter. But I used to be.

I'm a metallic shell that holds his memories and his emotional essence. For example, I can tangentially experience the righteous indignation he felt after learning that his crew aboard the Athena, in his absence, had allowed John Christian Falkenberg to execute Marcus Harris.

However, though I might experience it, I cannot process it. I cannot make it my own.

It is not an easy thing, being a Phyrrian replica of a hero, with the hero's memories and samples of his emotions. No doubt, it is difficult for Marlan Ranix and others who were friends of David Ransom Porter.

I'm the ghost of a ghost of a ghost. I'm not David Ransom Porter. I never used to be. I used to be a scrap heap of metal bits and pieces.

Soon, I think, I will need to understand who I truly am.