Our favourite stories are about heroes, about good triumphing over evil. We want to hear epic tales of selfless people performing great deeds and overcoming insurmountable odds.
If that's the kind of story you're expecting, then you'd best get back to whatever alternate dimension you came from.
They call me Trig. I'm a bounty hunter.
My line of work might not be particularly honourable, but for a cyber-human outcast with a sizable chip on her shoulder (specifically, several thousand microchips) it's the perfect fit. In a galaxy full of pirates, rebels and thieves, an abomination such as myself is considered more machine than girl. My bionic appendages make me the ideal killer, the best you could ever be unfortunate enough to meet.
At least, that's what I thought up until the day I made a single, crucial mistake.
Now, the inhabitants of some half-baked planet are singing my praises and calling me their saviour. I could get used to this new, cushy lifestyle if it weren't for a pissed-off former employer gunning for both my head and total planetary domination.
The fate of the universe hangs in the balance. If ever there was a time for a hero, this would be it.
But I already warned you, this isn't that kind of story.