It was a large metal room.
Six, maybe seven, times taller than the average human height. The walls were a dark gunmetal stainless steel, or at least a metal none knew of. Blue lights that lit the entire room, but looked dim to the eye, decorated the ridges in the walls. But it was far from fancy.
Three doors were in the room, white lights lining the arches. One door was on one side, the other two next to one another on the opposite wall.
It was quiet.
Dreadfully quiet.
Besides the low humming of the lights, it was almost a deafening silence. Except when the giant robot aliens in the room shifted, their gears clicking and whirring.
There was a group of humans, a total of a hundred. Feeding from the small gathering, was a line of them, slowing diminishing the number. All had shackles around their wrists, and a dead look in their eyes. Each human of different nationalities and races were stripped to nothing, leaving them bare in their skin. There was an equal amount of women and men.
But none cared.
They all huddled together, hoping to not be harmed by the metal beings more than three times their size. Each came from one part of the country; a place where not one would be missed. It wasn't a physical location. These robots hunted them down, knowing the humans had nothing left in their lives.
Five of these aliens were currently in the room, their scathing red optics burning holes into the little people. Two held weapons, two more looking intimidating enough to keep the humans put. One sat on a large throne, nothing special about the seat besides the enormous robot. It was the tallest, easily told by his body mass, despite sitting. No words came out of its mouth, only smiling every time a human looked up at it with fear in their eyes.
It took special interest in one human female as she walked past it in the slow moving line. She didn't look up at the robot.
Slamming a fist down on the arm, it leaned down to her level, catching each and every one of the humans' attention, besides her. It grinned when she glanced at it, "Hello."
So it was male, judging by his voice.
The people lined up shuffled away as he held out a hand, his finger crooking, "Come here, girl," she complied, taking a couple steps forward. He didn't seem like one to mess with, despite speaking with a light voice, "What is your name?"
"Rosangela," she replied without hesitance, eyes cast downwards respectfully.
He leaned back, "Rosangela," the robot tested, her name flowing off his tongue easily. After a minute's ponder, he glared down at the frozen humans, "Carry on."
She stepped back in line, her short shoulder length hair following along. The black tresses were captivating with the way they moved along, the mildly frizzy curls bouncing with each step. The robot's attention was drawn away from the small, slightly chubby human, and instead redirected to a shrill cry from the crowd of humans. A woman was curled around a screaming child, no more than a little past his toddler years.
The alien leader turned to his right, and barked, "Starscream!" the triangular one stood attention, "Why is there a child here? Release it at once!"
"But, Lord Megatron," he began, "You had no specifications for age!"
He growled, piercing red eyes staring into Starscream until he shied away, complying with the order. The robot leaned back, "Any other child found will be returned exactly where it was found. I better not find any minors!"
"Yes, my Lord," he sneered down at the few children he found in the group of humans, then gathered them up and handed them to the drone beside him, "Return these little pests back where they came from."
The largest, Megatron, relaxed in his seat, "They're useless to me," he watched as the other Decepticon, plus another, had rounded up a total of seven children, all wailing in terror. He narrowed his red eyes, muttering to himself, "And a nuisance."
Megatron watched as the human girl from earlier approached the wall mounted tablet. It was a form to depict whether or not the human enters the left or right door. The right door sends them to their slavery, the left would be the end of their pitiful, lonely lives. Or put to another use. The Decepticon leader knew how emotional these creatures could be, why would they want to return to their old, bland lives?
He hacked into the device and watched as she filled out the form.