The letters E.D.G.E were carve into a meddle band around a young humans wrist. The repetitive beep of monitoring systems echoing in the plain room. The human boy lay motionless on the white medical bed. His eye lids twitching rapidly. His body, roughly six feet tall. Wires clamped to his hair and onto patches stuck all over his naked body. His breathing was slow and deep but it was now starting to speed up. his once placid skin, of a light tanned white, began to get goose bumps. After a few moments the beeps began to raise in pitch and the time in between became shorter.<br/><br/>His eyes opened suddenly and his pupils shrank. With a shout he covered his eyes with his hands. Shivering, he moved his hands away slowly, letting his eyes adjust. He no sooner became aware of the hundreds of attachments stuck to his body. He ripped each of them out as fast as he could almost afraid of them. Once each was gone he places his arms across his chest looking around him. His yellow eyes scanning for a way out of the confined space.<br/><br/>Sliding of the bed, his bare feet touched the cold floor. Making his way over to one side of the room, he pressed on a handle and the wall it was attached to gave way to an open door. Looking to the side he could see a man hunched over his desk behind the one way window. The man was pale.<br/><br/>In a few moments the boy had striped the man and put on his clothes. He did not know why he got dressed really. He did not understand why he felt he needed them. Looking off to one side he saw another handle. Perhaps it would open the wall like the other did. Pressing down on it, another square whole opened. Cautiously he stepped out into a hall way. The sign on the wall read 'Science Wing' but he did not know what that meant.<br/><br/>Looking to his right, the boy dressed in a pair of black slacks and an open dress shirt decided to walk that way. The thin band on his wrist had a small green patch on the underside of it. He noticed this as he walked, looking at the silver band.<br/>"E.D.G.E" The words looked familiar. Was that his name? It must be. Why else would it be there.<br/><br/>He felt strange. As if he was walking through a haze, even though the hall was clear and clean. He couldn't keep one straight thought. He was agitated and wanted out side. His eyes darting from one detail to another. Even a rolling tray seamed a possible threat.