CAS kept her eyes on the floor ahead of her, avoiding meeting the gaze of the prisoners housed around her waiting to kill or be kill for the enjoyment of a blood thirsty crowd. Though she knew she should not allow emotional responses to affect her, they had no use in her functioning and it was not the place of a even an organic machine to have an opinion, she could not help but feel pity and sadness for them. It was such a waste of life, life being a truly miraculous thing in her mind, and its purpose so barbaric it was difficult not to wonder if she should try to help them, even running through a few possible courses of action to that effect quickly. H8 finally reached her destination, a cell designed for the holding of new arrivals before their specialized cells were prepared if they would even survive that long, this holding a low probability after a disconcertingly slow calculation. She began to hum a tune, an old song called Us and Them by a band known as Pink Floyd, it distracted her from these feelings and seemed appropriate as she activated a computer panel adjacent to the cell. H8 began the preliminary scan of the occupants, scratching a little at the skin around one of the nodes on her head. They were reminder of her position in the place, a reminder that she would never be considered equal to any of those defined as 'human'; a term she noted was often too vague and misconstrued to give any weight in her opinion.