Identity is complicated and a process.

Kelsey Astra could best be described as a stoner cyber-thot. She lives in an anonymous converted hotel, in a sprawl-reclaimed housing development that had been absorbed and overshadowed by much more opulent and extravagant hyper-towers of glass, steel, concrete, and neon.

In between the odd freelance tech-work she did to keep her room and to keep soy-patties in her mouth, she does weed, and she does sex. Frequently, she does weed and sex.

Eventually, she got hired on as a cyberweapons specialist on a freelance outlaw spaceship. Depending on who asks, she either found the job herself, or owed someone money, or even worse, a favor. After several jobs with a crew she came to love, her ship was attacked and destroyed.

And then huskybots happened, of which more has been spoken of elsewhere.