Prologue
Somewhere in Texas, USA
February 24, 2033 / 07:29 p.m. local time
I was staring at the ceiling, trying not to think about anything. Easier said than done with a long, deep wound on my thigh that hurt so much that it was impossible to block out the pain. It seemed like an eternity ago when they had put me back into my cell. I had no idea what they were up to with their tests this time. What good did it do them to cut my damn thigh open and then leave me lying here? Normally they would always give me some d**g to study the effects of, but this time they had given me nothing. I was trying to sleep. It was the only thing I could do here in the cell. Apart from the bed on which I was lying and my bathroom, there was nothing in here. Not even a window. If I could only block out the d
