Who am I? Well, there are many theories about that.
Some think I'm an alien from another planet. Others think that I got a whiff of some type of caustic chemical and mutated, developing super human powers. Or maybe I'm a plant, sent by a foreign power for some sinister purpose.
Some think that I'm the spawn of Satan.
Others think that I'm the result of a government experiment gone wrong. Or maybe I'm an escapee form a mental institution, posing as a student while he secretly plans to turn everyone into a bowl of oatmeal.
Could be a patient in a mental institute, who thinks I'm an audio engineer, and torments himself with a hellish fantasy for some unknown reason. Actually the truth is much more simple....
My mother dropped me on my head when I was a child.