Motoko gave her a long, unimpressed look, evaluating, then decided not to care. She simply dropped backwards into water that had no shallows— this part of the floor stuck out like a shelf.

The Major sank like a stone and as she did so too did the inimitable buzz of contact. The signals cut away, one by one, infrared was useless almost immediately. Radio followed soon after. The water closed in above her eyes and she watched it turn ever bluer, feeling the layers to world imposed on her ghost peeling away, one by one. Only here could Motoko ever truly be alone, ever count her thoughts as her own. And still, she was sinking, weightless. A kick brought her face towards Sheeana's, to see her reaction. Only curious, for once, and not looking for cruelty's sake.