Darkness. She lay suspended in the void with which she had become familiar, if not yet accustomed. They made jokes about how cramped it must be, but that was not the right word to describe the cellular deconstruction. She did not feel cramped because she no longer had a size. neither big, nor small, and without breath or even sleep. Just this timeless hellish limbo between death and life. It was the mechanism of their enslavement, the very pinnacle of scientific achievement.
She tried to cease thought, tried to mimic a semblance of sleep. But the vast emptiness was as ever far too deafening - it demanded her attention. Her thoughts raced through her shapeless form, always on the brink of insanity and despair, as she waited for release.