Five things, huh? Guess I could try. This is gonna need big words, isn't it.
1) I'm a genetically altered clone type called an Amon. Me and others like me were made as expen....expen-dable guard dogs and helpers to cops to keep them safe. I didn't know this really, 'cause back then I was really stupid and only knew what I was told.
2) I have to use an intelligent enhancer or else I'd be stupid again. It doesn't really make me smarter much, but it's connected to a network that gives me information about stuff as I see it so I can at least try to understand things.
3) I wanted to be a cop, but I was slotted as a guard in the Kirin barracks. That sucked. Like I said, we weren't as valuable as the guys who made us, the Dreren, so when some Kirin got loose and I tried to stop them, the wardens shut the emergency gates and locked me in with them. I got torn up bad before my boss let me out. He wasn't such a bad guy himself, really, but he wasn't always around to make sure me and the other Amon were okay.
4) Me and a Kirin type were the first to test out the intelligence enhancers. Even though I hated the Kirins, with the IE I was able to look past that and he and I became friends. They called him Algernon. 'Said it's a joke but I don't get it. Algy and I live together now.
5) A bunch of the other clone types, not the Amon but the others, managed to gain indepen...inde....damnit. Get freedom from the Dreren and we all left to form our own city way out in the mountains. I got a job in security in a bar run by a Beijing type clone called Bollywood. He's the one who named me Molly H. Though I have no idea what a Molly Hatchet even is, but it sounds good. Sometimes I get to go help out with the local cops and that makes me happy.