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Do you want to know a secret?

I have no name.

I probably did at one point, but not anymore. It's highly likely that it's still buried deep in my subconscious, but revealing it, even to myself, could be cataclysmic. So, for now, I am known only as zero. The first Fibonacci number. Ironic, really, as I am the first of my kind.

I am a weapon.

Government scientists saw my brain as a playground; their place to try out every test and technique they could think of to make me "better". Given the right stimuli, I could be deadly.

I am isolated.

They keep me in a facility, in the HAARP, a building known for research into "aliens". Another touch of irony in this series of events: they stole my identity and memories; they may as well take my humanity too. People suspicious of the government think the steel fences enclosing this building are to keep them out, lest they cause havoc in the centre.

They aren't

They are to keep me in.
I am a danger to the society outside of this building. I have no recollection of how society survives and co-operates. It would be, in all probability, impossible for me to survive.

And I have escaped.

The sun beats down on my back, transporting me to a time before them, before the facility. I smile, remembering something, though I cannot place what it is. Hills roll across the distant landscape, dotted with houses and hedges and trees... I have to close my eyes; all these sights after so much monotony confound me.

So I listen. I listen to the cars racing down the roads; laughter and arguments of people... How can people live in communities with such fickel attitudes? It cannot be quantified. I try to think about it, but the noise is distracting. The high-pitched buzzing is made up of more than one syllable. Binary flashes before my eyes, the ones and zeros keeping in time with the humming, my eyes start to burn and ears start to ache but i can't block it out...

Black

I open my eyes, still aching from the experience. Everything has been destroyed. The once-breathtaking scenery is littered with destruction. Dropping to the floor, I cry out in anger.

What did I do?