2: 7-leaf clover.

Well, it's not every day that you meet God and he designs a body for your future reincarnation, but it's also not every day that you're attacked by what could be a representation of Ridley in Futurama. Well, it doesn't help that God decided to use the classic reincarnation script and that she barely regained her memories on her fifth birthday.

Although it was good, she easily integrated with the memories of those five years because she knew her situation and knew exactly why she was in that fucked up situation. 

She was born on June 3, 2982, so right now it is 2987, and it would only be 12 years before history would begin, that would be when Philip J. Fry would thaw out, so it would be a long time before he would be able to see her uncle.

She didn't know what God was doing putting her in there as the daughter of Professor Hubert J. Farnsworth, as if he was teasing her a little bit by starting her off in such a clichéd way in his story. So that's when he realized it wasn't Ridley, it was something else. 

You see, although the Professor, because that's what we're going to call him from now on, is a great scientist, his long life has been worth a lot to him in terms of living and experiencing interesting things, one of which is having a strange gargoyle as a "familiar," so to speak.

Pazuzu, a being of obviously supernatural nature, is bound by contract to the Professor and has the responsibility of granting the latter's three wishes, although not much was seen of him in the original series, he is one of the signs that there are things in this world beyond science.

"Interesting little girl, did you see another being in me that wasn't me?" asked Pazuzu, bringing his giant head close to the little girl who looked at him in fright, anyone would be frightened if a giant being approached you like that. 

"Pazuzu, don't scare her!" said the professor, who approached them. 

At that moment, the three of them were in the hangar where the ship would normally be, but at that moment, it was empty. The courier business, and the occasional near-suicide mission, was very profitable at this time, even after the accident with a certain tetra-dimensional whale, employees were arriving and orders were being shipped.

Though there were many different things, the crew didn't matter to her, what mattered to her was the fact that, for example, Hermes Conrad still didn't work for the company, and according to her recollection, wouldn't until two years before Fry woke up, in 2997, also the year Bender B. Rodriguez would be born.

Though Dr. John A. Zoidberg works here and got along well with Samus, unlike the Professor's mistreatment and apathy toward her, it helps that this character was one of her favorites, so perhaps that influenced her subconscious before she regained her memories.

"Sorry, it's just that you look like a monster I saw in a nightmare," Samus replied nimbly, not needing to pretend innocence or childishness because of her age; she may not be a genius, but her behavior was mature enough early on.

"Don't worry, child. I see that spark in your eyes, and I'll keep an eye out for things you can do. If you're interested, start by researching the records of the past," Pazuzu said somewhat cryptically before taking flight and leaving the building.

"Man, that gargoyle is getting more and more annoying. She didn't bother you with all that stuff about me having to make wishes, did she?" the Professor asked, coming to Samus' side and stroking her hair.

Samus' short blonde hair was tousled by the Professor's old hand, which seemed to be comfortable with the action. Having a daughter in his old age seemed to have smoothed some of the rough edges of his original character. Samus was like a little light in his otherwise monotonous life.

Well, monotonous as far as it went, between making inventions that sometimes were not what he wanted, teaching at the university on Mars, reviewing the ecosystems of some planets and cataloging them as exploitable at the persuasion of certain green friends, perhaps things had become a bit repetitive.

"My little treasure, it's your birthday, do you want to do something? Before those damn owls ruin everything," the professor said as he adjusted his glasses.

"I want cake, and I want you to tell me about our ancestors," Samus asked because she had two things on her mind right now: curiosity and hunger. Besides, the cakes in this era were a thousand times better than in the past.

"Okay, I'll tell you about the wonderful Farnsworth lineage, if we count backward, we can talk about my .... first," so while the two of them ate cake in silence, the professor showed him a holographic projection of the family tree. 

"Hey Dad, what about that branch?" Samus pointed to a dry, holo-worm-gnawed branch, the realism of the image made him a little sick, but she was curious.

"Hmm... that would be a very distant ancestor who disappeared for some reason I don't know and I don't care, come, I'll tell you about my favorite, oddly enough he has the same name as the one you pointed out.

Let's talk about Philip J. Fry II, the first man to walk on Mars, he was..." The Professor's old and hypnotic voice made Samus' sugar-filled brain remember something super important.

A 7-leaf clover, I must find this clover before anyone else, it can be of great use to me,' Samus thought as the Professor wiped her pretty face, as her face had been smeared with cake.

Night came and Samus couldn't sleep, so she used a holocomputer her father had built for her and started surfing the Internet. You'd be surprised how much pornography was out there at the time, and that these sites still lacked a real way to keep curious kids from logging on.

Yes, the box that tells you: Are you 18? With Yes or No options were still there without changing anything. Samus knew this because she was curious to see what she found, and I'm telling you, a lot of alien fans would like to see what she found in just 5 minutes. 

Other than that, she started looking for things related to the past, things related to the supernatural, or unexplained themes in general. First of all, she realized that there might be other robot ghosts out there, according to what she read in a reliable gossip paper, a celebrity claimed to be haunted by her appliances. 

Previously, it had been reported that the same celebrity had been in a car accident in which a robot 'died', something that almost no one cared about and was only mentioned as a contrast.

"Ok, they coexist with mechanical beings with emotions and sentience and treat them like that... discrimination will always be there," Samus felt a pang of empathy for the robots because it seemed that everyone in this highly advanced land had a very deep contempt for these machines, and no one noticed the bad treatment. 

She also researched some things about old New York and found something interesting. That was that they had tried to rebuild it once before abandoning those efforts and making New New New York over it. Among the "archaeological" remains that could be found were several books, strangely written in what appeared to be an old store.

Too cliché, too easy, and too convenient, that's how Samus felt when she found this information. After researching these books, she learned that many of them were simply written in French, only for this future, it's a dead language or something like that.

She didn't know French, but with the time you spend on the Internet, you learn to recognize the way some languages are written. For example, a reader of light novels can tell the difference between Chinese, Korean, and Japanese, even if he doesn't understand shit.

Samus thought the Professor might be able to help her translate these books and see if anything was interesting in them since they were on display in the City Museum as a kind of attraction about how paper was foolishly used to store information in the past.

So she made a short list of things she wanted to get, find out, and learn. She wanted to learn how to build technology, and even if she couldn't innovate as much as her father, she wanted to at least have some ideas, of course, she wouldn't waste a futuristic world and its advanced technology. 

Although she felt that the first thing she needed to get was the 7-Leaf Clover, it would be very difficult, she was barely five years old, and it wasn't like she could sneak into the ship to pilot it.

That's when Samus remembered that the ship had a built-in AI, if she could convince it, it could help her get to the graveyard where her ancestor was buried. The digging could be done by the homemade robot she could build with her father and manipulate with a controller. 

Yes, she was somewhat uncomfortable with the fate and mistreatment of robots, so she would only create them without a conscience and not give them the gift of sentience, she felt it would be a terrible thing to do since technically they would be her children, she did not want to create life so easily by frivolous methods, she was not Rick Sanchez making the robot for butter.

A month later, a small blonde head was covered with dirt as she laughed uncontrollably, in her small hands she carefully minted a 7-leaf clover that was contained in the center of an open silver medallion. 

The medallion had been made by melting thousands of horseshoes and then concentrating them into the shape of this object through technology. The inside was lined with the skin of a rabbit's foot and the chain was made of gold to make it more valuable and to satisfy her vanity a little.

"Miss Farnsworth, your villainous laugh is a bit disturbing," a mechanical voice with a somewhat masculine tone was heard. 

Samus turned to see the ship parked a few dozen meters away. She pursed her lips as she closed the medallion and walked towards the vehicle.

"Don't worry, you won't mysteriously fall down the stairs," Samus said with a smile as she climbed into the ship, followed by a small robot that was also covered in dirt.

The robot appeared to be a large cat, painted white with silver lines. She and her father built it, well, she just gave the parts to the professor when he asked for them. Although it had no sentience, it was certainly very intelligent and programmed to behave like a pet.

Although the Professor wanted to make him talk, shoot death rays out of his eyes and bullets out of his mouth, Samus refused; she didn't want a dangerous weapon, not yet.

But she did ask him to enter search and dig modules, something that had come in handy lately.

"I couldn't stand the thought of controlling a humanoid robot, a robot dog is much nicer," Samus thought as she took the robot to the bathroom.

Soon the ship came to Earth and descended into the hangar, it was late at night, so no one knew about their escape, which lasted little more than an hour. 

Well, with luck worthy of a clichéd harem-themed anime, I don't think I won't find what I want,' Samus' thoughts raced through her mind like an endless tide as she thought of many things, especially those related to the mysterious power. 

Besides the knowledge she wanted to gain, she also wanted to train her body and learn how to fight. She already felt that she was different from other children, a child her age would not be awake at 4 in the morning like her. The professor simply blamed her remarkable superhuman abilities on Samus' mother, an Amazon who decided not to take her. 

In this world, Amazons are not a human-like species, but a branch of humanity that was trapped in the Amazon during the early years of galactic exploration, and then drifted into it. So yes, their DNA is purely human.

"God put some effort into my backstory, he even gave me a pass for a future plot with this origin thing, well played God, well played," Samus whispered as she lay on her bed in her Hypnotoad pajamas...

Because everybody loves the Hypnotoad.