<p>The year is 2113. When he came to he was lying on a hard metal table, someone with a mask covering their face was coming at him with a syringe. He couldn't move, he was strapped to the table. The smell of antiseptic filled the air.<br><br>Waking with a jerk, he could still smell that damn room. These dreams always made him question who he was and were he was when he woke up. "My name is Steve! My name is Steve!" he repeated over and ove...