A test chamber

Something mechanical had collected the three women and began moving them to a new location. Samora was completely in the dark, unable to see anything as the team was jostled around against each other as the machine carried them to parts unknown.

Samora could hear Luna yelp through her bindings and felt the body next to her get raised into the air. Luna was thrashing for all she had, blind as to what was around her or where she was being carried off to. Samora was surprised when she heard Luna start screaming as she was dropped by the machine, landed roughly down quite some distance, and heard machinery buzzing as Luna's cries became more muffled.

Monique let out another shout as she too was lifted up and out of whatever was carrying the teammates, Samora felt her thrashing violently as she raised upwards away from her team lead. Samora focused in on the squirming woman's grunts and gasps as she was raised straight up, moved over in a straight line to something, and then she yelled in surprise as she was dropped down to a rough landing somewhere below Samora as well. As with before, the whirring of machinery could be heard as Monique's voice was muffled.

Samora felt large metal clamps then grasp onto her midsection and raise her straight into the air. Samora resisted the urge to fight, knowing that it had done no one any good before. Having reached the apex of her ascent, Samora was carried over something, and then dropped unceremoniously down, gulping down her shocked surprise as she fell what felt like at least a good 8-10 feet onto her ass. She heard machinery coming to life directly above her and heard something snap into place as the machine that had carried them became hard to hear.

A voice, accompanied by static, announced itself over what must have been an intercom.

"Initiating Specimen Preperation," it stated coldly without any inflection.

'This has to be some sort of AI or program' Samora thought

Just then she heard moving liquid, then what sounded like sprinklers activating. Her bindings loosened and then dissolved around her.

Samora was being sprayed with more of that dissolving water, she quickly propped up her nude form and got herself standing.

Looking around she could see that she had been placed into a transparent box cell on a raised platform. The floor and one of the walls were solid, made of something like solid concrete. There was a drain made of something that looked like plastic in the middle of the cell, but aside from that the only distinguishing features were the wall and the ceiling. The wall seemed to have a sturdy grated service door, the kind that raised itself up and rolled into itself up top, seemingly opening from inside of the cell but she could see no control mechanisms to operate it. The ceiling was mostly transparent, you could even see the piping laying on the outside which lead to the sprinkler system. There was also a large cutout square door that seemed to be operated by the machinery she had heard earlier, with several holes drilled through it, appearing to be a source of ventilation.

Looking beyond her cell, she saw that they were in a large industrial looking room with pipes and electronics decorating the walls. There was a giant machine with a giant box and two gigantic metal arm clamps moving along the tops of the cells towards an exit specifically designed for it, attached to a series of tracks attached to the ceiling. That must have been both it's power source and only means of locomotion. Right above the tracks there was also a catwalk leading straight down the room, however there was no one in sight.

Down at her level Samora saw 5 other cells identical to her own. They were laid out, 3 to each side, each in a row. She looked at the cell across from her to her right where she saw Monique busy pounding on the walls, shouting something, it was hard to hear her. The cell immediately to her right held Luna who was sitting balled up on the floor while looking worried out across the room at all the equipment and her surroundings.

The robotic voice came back over the intercom, "Specimen Preparation Complete. Initiating Baseline examination."

Several drones flew out from the corners of the room, one for each occupied cell. They each floated down in front of their designated cell and a flat triangular beam of light burst forth from them as they thoroughly scanned each of the women.

"Examination Complete."

After finishing the drones flew off, back to their original perches.

"Specimen 00452A:

-Human Female; Caucasian; 5'3"; late 20s to early 30s; Abnormality detected: Specimen has genetic traits that match up with albinism; gene therapy detected; specimen does not appear to suffer symptoms or effects that correspond with prognosis. Abnormalities logged, if staff wish to halt processing of Specimen 00452A, they may do so at the command terminal.

Specimen 00452B:

-Human Female; Caucasian; 6'2"; Abnormality detected: Specimen has undergone extensive genetic and physiological alterations, muscle mass is approximately twice as dense as average. Mental Faculties appear to be somewhat impaired, elevated endocrine and hormonal levels indicate lack of impulse control. Age indeterminate, cannot accurately predict due to genetic alterations. Abnormalities logged, if staff wish to halt processing of Specimen 00452B, they may do so at the command terminal."

Samora was astonished at the speed and accuracy of this program's analysis. It had not only detected Luna's treated genetic disorder, something she was somewhat sensitive about, it had opened up a whole can of worms about Monique. Samora had known that Monique's prior service was shady when she was assigned to her command, inconsistencies and gaps that went unexplained by her superiors, Monique's abilities and raw strength something she at least quietly questioned. It had even nailed down to a physiological level her most annoying trait. This machine had just opened up a bunch of questions that if they ever made it out of here she would be sure to press Monique on.

The Computer Voice continued.

"Specimen 00452C:

-Human Female; Caucasian; 5'8"; Specimen appears to fit baseline profile of average human female. Minor anomalies include preliminary arthritis in knee joints, cleared to continue processing."

Samora made a mental note to get her knees looked at after drilling into Monique's background, at least thinking about these things took her mind off of the fact she was standing nude in what was practically a test tube.