"What measure is sentience? What makes it significant? Life is life..." H8 said to another speaking to her, more statements than questions she tucked the datapad back into her labcoat. She turned to face the enhanced worker that had addressed her, looking him over with a blank expression, "If there is no answer to be found then that is perhaps an answer in itself..." She suggested as he spoke of his asking questions and how it had led him here, it seemed he had asked the wrong thing to the wrong human. She listened to the woman warning them carefully, it was not something that was new to her; She new the surveillance systems that surrounded them were of a sophisticated design, not easily escaped. She knew she had acted illogically, however, and should not have reacted at all to any of these stimuli. In only a few days she would be taken to 'Room 101' for another routine memory wipe and these interactions would be gone leaving only the punishments that might ensue and no reason. CAS prepared a syringe and vial to take a blood sample from the first of those in cell, working efficiently when the Commander approached and called her serial number. Though reluctant to leave her work unfinished she walked to bars, devoid of expression or any visible emotion next to ICS-1286-5479-1830, "Yes, sir? I have not yet completed my analysis of the subjects..." H8 noted that two of them were whispering of escape plans, one of them she recognised as an advanced organic computer and so spoke loudly enough to cover their words though not suspiciously so. It would be significantly more likely for them to die here if they were discovered to be doing so, she calculated, and this was an undesirable outcome to her.