Before your death, you managed to throw an accusation at the heavens. You managed to say that it’s unfair for a fifteen-year-old guy to die in a hospital without having time to... and really not having time to do anything. Heaven heard. And now - a new life, in a new body, on a new planet. You are the Perfection of Form, the firstborn of the Gods, a piece of the almighty Empire that has never known defeat. But you cannot run away or hide from the Truth, and everyone is equal before Fate. The time will come and you will pay the bills. When the whole world around you begins to crack and crumble right before your eyes, the time will come to decide: a new life or an old one; former Motherland - or new? You were a stranger to two species. You can become your own for only one.

From the Starcraft universe. Familiarity with the original is not required.