Daryl is a young boy, somewhere between 11 and 13 years old. His voice, yet to break, is thin and reedy. He has dirty blond hair, a nondescript face and the gangly skinny body one would expect of a boy who grew up in a poor neighbourhood. Daryl’s eyes, however, are striking. Wide, bright and cerulean, they seem to hide a greater potential than might be first expected of this child.

This is because Daryl is one of the last of his kind. Ruthlessly hunted by those who do not understand. He is simply another step along the evolutionary chain of his people. For, when Daryl enters puberty more than just his sexual function will awaken and his thus-far latent abilities will begin to manifest.

For now, Daryl is lying in a hospital bed. It is dark, night perhaps; although there are no windows by which to tell. There are machines nearby which appear to be monitoring his health. One of which shows that he is feverish. Nearby, someone sits enraptured by the ever changing data they display.