Bottom. Motoko's bare heels struck it with a sound that was audible and her eyes which had drifted half-closed, opened. For a moment she stared at the surface lit dimly above, and wondered what it would be like to die. Wondered if she'd even know she were dying...or would it simply be like turning off a machine?

Sheeana wheeled slightly above her, and the light rippled in response to the distortion her body made. A shadow-silhouette, like a doll made of paper. She reached out...

Touch.