'Sentient Smith' was staring at the schematic that had taken over his right eye.  The words AL1S hovered above the now clothed form.  Clothed being what he…she was currently wearing.  The diagram showed readouts of import such as body functions, wear on the frame, and battery life remaining.  The battery life worried him, but it was about two weeks 'under normal operations'  whatever that meant.  Apparently 'GEAHR's were some mix of Cybernetic and Biological humans… really it was all gibberish.  He was neither engineer or scientist… Barely even a good historian if he was truthful on the matter.  

He did, however play video games and some of the numbers he was seeing could be compared to the typical human 'Pure' which AI had said was an non-genetically altered human.  The AL1S frame was, under 'normal operations' about three times the strength and speed of your typically active 'pure' human.  So at least she had that going for her.  

"AI, how do I get out of here?  Do you know where we are or have a schematic?" Smith questioned the voice in his head aloud, best to familiarize himself with the sound so it didn't distract him in the future somehow.

[i]"Diagnostics show that approximately 32.48927465 percent of standard operating data is missing.  This includes data on Sol Federation Colony Ship Eden Entry and the Barbaad system which holds the Colony Planet Eden."[/i]

"Ooooof course they do," she replied while looking around.  There were other pods like the one AL1S has been in, but the bodies inside were mangled by… something.  The pods seem to have opened or been opened forcefully and pieces appeared err… eaten.  "AI, is this Squad one?"

[i]"Affirmative, Sentient Smith,"[/i] the voice responded in the standard monotone.

"I guess that means there's no assistance there either," the room was empty and destroyed, only one entrance/exit and that was a closed door.  Now, if Sci-fi shows and games were true, the door would be the slide type so it was… probably openable assuming there wasn't some sort of ship wide lockdown in effect due to the OBVIOUS damage.  

Walking steadily over to the door was a simple matter, after all she had been pacing the room getting used to moving about for the last few minutes after FIB had disappeared.  Putting her whole body and what strength was available to her into it, she tried to push the door to the left then the right… but didn't get anywhere.  "Sentient Smith, the door opened upwards."  

"What sort of idiot," She stated as she squatted down and then pushed up slowly, feeling the cold metal door open bit by bit before it forcefully whisked open the rest of the way.  "Develops a door that opens upwards?"

[i]"That data was lost during-"[/i]

"It was rhetorical, AI.  I did not actually want the answer."  She replied, whispering now as she peered out into the gloomy hallway.  No light of any kind, flickering and creepy or otherwise, was visible.  The breathable air was a good sign, though AI had stated that in the event of a catastrophe Sol federation ships would lock down into modules with their own sperate life support.  So, as long as she didn't open the WRONG door, life support stayed active,  and should they still be in space, then everything would be fine.  

"Please don't be like the movie Pandora…" She whispered again and moved into the hallway as quietly as possible.

[i]"Sentient Smith, what is 'Pandora'?"  [/i]