Anikevna was falling, in the ocean, in a glass box, naked.
She must have been drugged, she was waking up because the temperature was dropping. Her first instinct was to break the glass and swim for the surface, but it was getting dark.
Twenty feet away she noticed movement, a man in a box similar to hers. She raised her hand, but he kicked out and broke the glass. It imploded around him, shards of glass rending his body. He wasn’t moving.
Anikevna wanted to throw up, to scream or run away, but where? She fell silently deeper into the cold waters.
Not much later Anikevna was startled by the base of her box magnetizing to a conveyer belt, with dozens of other boxes, or parts of boxes. It slowly drew everything into a dome.
The inside of the dome opened up to display thousands of boxes, being stacked up the walls. Anikevna blinked. There was air, maybe she could escape. There was a woman ahead of her who thought the same, she broke her box and tried to run.
Two robots rushed forward, the first caught the woman by the head and crushed it, the second gathered up the body by crushing the bones and pulling the mass inside before moving to a new task.
Anikevna’s box was stacked and locked into place. It wasn’t long before she felt air circulating, and even less time before she was asleep.
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