At this point in my life, I would rather not be remembered for my exploits.
...unless a a robot zombie alien apocalypse happens, and I'm one of the brave few who sacrifices herself in a Last Stand tactic to save the last hundred people boarding the space shuttles off earth.
As I run out of bullets, I look up into the sky, watching the departing plumes of humanity. As if they sense the gravity of the situation, the robot zombie aliens surround the last human on Earth, giving me a few precious moments of introspection before converging on me en masse.
Years later, with humanity tentatively surviving on Mars, a hybrid entity is being grown by the new masters of Earth. Part robot, part zombie, part alien, part human...
...and All Powerful Monarch of the Next Invasion Force, destined for Mars.