The cold steel of the floor seems to embrace the soldiers,in a deadly kiss. The silence stings like a razorblade and the holographic girl returns to critique her maniacal masterpiece. Keys, and beeps begin to operate once more, and the codes are once again entered by the computer itself. A whoosh of air filters out the poison gas that had earlier crept into their lungs. There, all thirty, aptly equipped and well trained, now nothing but armored cadavers.
"Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful." she says almost poetically. Her computerized form walks to the tank and leans against it, almost like a romantic embrace.
"And what of you, my precious?...Do you like it? I made it especially for you." She says maternally, caressing the cold steel and running her fingers along the words engraved on it.
"POMOCH," she reads, "Sucha grotesquename for such a beautiful creature." A mechanical, noise escapes the steel tank.
"Don't worry you'll be able to enjoymymasterpiece soon enough."
The computers beep and codes are accessed now. The large locked doors protecting the tank, slowly turn and unlock. Heavy steel doors, slowly open revealing a glass tank. It is filled to the brim with formaldehyde, to preserve it's contents. Her digital lips curl into a sadistic smirk, and her eyes become wide. The failsafe doors are finally opened and the girl waits in anticipation.
"Beautiful. You are beautiful."