The small box that was the cyborg's prison cell was quiet and motionless. Peaceful. She sat crosslegged in the room's precise center, eyes closed, letting her body rest and, despite the potential danger involved, her mind wander.

Humanity has traded in its home of rock, ocean and sky for one of steel, electricity and engineering. There was no "natural process", no higher power involved anymore. It was somewhat similar to a child becoming an adult - receiving the ability to make their own choices, at the cost of [i]having[/i] to make them. She was supposed to be comfortable here. There was no one to say what is natural and what is an "aberration of science", "attrocity against nature" and other such buzzwords used by people mentally incapable of seeing beyond the 'childhood' phase of mankind's evolution. No longer should humanity be limited by the old ethics - they could not afford to be. Their own future, [i]all of it[/i], rested in their hands. It was as if humanity has finally been kicked out of its nest, and has started to learn to fly. 

The cyborg felt a crack form in her solid hatred of Project Genesis.

She opened her eyes, letting them slowly adapt to the lighting of the cell. With a soft clink and effortless, fluid motion, her body rose to a standing position. She felt sore, on the inside, as if her own guts were vomited at the devastators when the arks made their escape. [i]In a way, they were.[/i] And as she gradually brought her auxiliary sensors online, her thoughts once again challenged her own existence. Was she human? Was she the result of forced evolution? Or simply a tool to let [i]real[/i] humans survive in a home they now had to build from scratch?

In the long run, it didn't matter, she thought as she paced forward towards the cell's window. The result would be -

A sudden lurch of the ship sent her head-first into the shield/door of the cell. A loud buzzer went off once on the other side of the door, causing her to jump away from the door. But unlike previous times, this time the security guard simply cancelled the alarm. She wondered if they got fed up of her attempts to touch the barrier. Oh well, an opportunity is an opportunity...

First were EM and IR tests, and the results baffled the cyborg for a few moments until she realized what she was seeing. A strange thought occurred to her - this barrier must appear bluish green to normal people. To her it looked like a gray wall with ever-changing texture. Then, mechanical tests. A metallic palm pressed against the surface of the energy barrier. It felt flat and solid, but in a really weird way. Of course, the alarm blared again, but as soon as the guard looked inside, the PA came on with an announcement of the Admiral. There was a short staredown between the two, until the cyborg smiled and turned to the speaker in her cell.

"Can I get a view of what's outside?" she asked after the announcement, her voice betraying slight urgency.