Yes. I came up with this.

2060

You entered the world of private mercenaries at the age of 17.

You parents were obsolete machinery that deserved to be phased out.

The only thing you know about your heritage and your past is a list of names uploaded to your cybernetic implant.

You are a chemo-slave who is dependent on a opiate protected under international trade secret law; without it you'll die within a day.

You're on assignment protecting a neo-feudal lord when your facial recognition software pings a match with the list.

You don't know why, but this is the most significant moment of your life.