Per 
The Stargazer
The large metal cage. Walls surrounding space, trapping whatever's inside. However it does not encage whatever I am or my senses. I can still observe, I can still hear, I can still smell, I can still… perceive. For their sake, I need to bear these inconsistencies. My consciousness pick up talking and argumentation on the other side of the metal cage. Small talk from my… lesser offspring that I have no encouragement to participate in.
"We leave this motherfucker in section 5 asap and then we out of 'ere, ok?"
"Fine, just be careful, this fella Keter"
Two male voices communicating, evolution has indeed come far. Before, they had to show dominance by conflict. But alas, I need to focus more on my survival than what my kindred are discussing. My arms are limp, not so good. Seeing how it's one of the fundamentals that is a… necessity that needs to assist me in my escape. Interrupting my thinking, the cage suddenly shakes uncontrollably. Ah, I was being transported to this "section 5", judging by my… brethren's voices. How did they transport the cage? Facinating really… I should get some sleep.
I wake up in a void that seems to reach out into unescapable infinity. I observe my surroundings and locate a narrow window located at where my head reach. Seems like my kind isn't afraid that I could cause an onslaught if I so wanted to.
"Now I know that it may be unkind and unethical, but this your new home"
