I was born and raised on Planet Los Angeles. My mother was a stay-at-home mom, and my father worked as a contract employee with Ageira. I was born, bred, and corn-fed to work with electronics. Growing up, I had always taken an interest in fiddling with computer parts and electronic toys that my parents had bought me. When I graduated from high school, I went to Planet Los Angeles University and studied Computation Sciences for four years. I then graduated with a Bachelor's Degree, and had been recruited into Ageira Technologies workforce. When I was accepted into Ageira Technologies Offices on Planet Erie, and I left Planet Los Angeles and went to Planet Erie to work for them. It was my dream job - designing and building anything that had to do with capacitors or transistors. There was an issue with that so-called dream job, however. My supervisors began forcing me to stay at work for longer and longer hours. I was unappreciated for my hard work in contributing to the improvement of Docking Ring technology. The idea behind the project was to make Docking Rings more accessible to freighter convoys help alleviate the traffic that mooring fixtures get. On my last day of working at Ageira Technologies, I snapped. My supervisor yelled at me, called me an idiot, and proceeded to yell at other employees, for what reason I still don't know. Except for the angry supervisor, the room was dead quiet. Nobody dared to speak a word. He got in my face, and called me somethings that I dare not repeat. So, I snapped. I told him off for yelling at his employees for some unknown reason, and he slapped me. I proceeded to punch him in the face. I noticed that security was somehow notified, and I saw a few guards come zooming into the office I was in. So, I ran. I ran as fast as I could until I was able to slip into a large crowd near the Deep Space Engineering planetary headquarters. Afterwards, I checked my bank account, and it was just magically drained of almost all of my savings from the past 5 1/2 years at Ageira. Most of the credits that I hadn't spent on daily expenses that I put into that bank account was gone. I was about to call up Planet Erie Banking Firm, Inc., but I decided not to out of suspicion that I would be pursued. With what little credits I did have, I used on getting my Starflier interstellar craft ready for space travel, and I travelled to Rochester Base, the only safe place that I could think of. I sat down, and thought for a long while about it, but I want to join the Lane Hackers. I've done what was required of me, and now I'm ready for training.
Reasons for joining the Lane Hackers:
I want to see Ageira fail. I want to watch them lose every last credit that they have. They overwork and underpay their employees, and they only care about the Sirian Credit, as opposed to their employees. They think that because they can buy all of this fancy technology, that they can just treat their employees like pieces of machinery, and get maximum efficiency out of them, without any regard to the person they employ. Ageira must be fall.
