Right. Fuck this. Blue eyeball, meet fist.

"Aaaah!" he screams, sliding back and narrowly evading the fist. "What did you go and do that for?"

"You're annoying. And probably a machine. I hate machines."

"Look, I'm trying to help, here! And get out of this place!"

"You're doing a piss-poor job of it."

"Do you want to stay here? All the other humans are de—I mean, uh."

"Yeah, I know they're dead. Because you machines fucking killed them."

"—what? No! No, what happened was, the reserve power ran out—" The chamber lurches to one side as if it's hit something. "Oops, that was close."

"...Whatever. Pay more attention to your driving."

"Right. Anyway, the reserve power ran out, so of course the whole relaxation centre stops waking up the bloody test subjects. And of course nobody tells me anything. Noooo. Why should they tell me anything?"

"Don't know. Don't really care."

"Why should I be kept informed about the life functions of the ten thousand bloody test subjects I'm supposed to be in charge of?" he continues, as if she hadn't said anything, and then the room hits something again and bits of wall start falling away.

A loud siren starts blaring and the announcer voice says, "WARNING: All reactor core safeguards are now nonfunctional. Please prepare for reactor core meltdown."

"Oh, that's my cue, I should—" And he slides into the ceiling again.

Useless piece of shit.

The room starts moving up and even more bits of wall start falling away, revealing a huge array of metal cubes around the same size as the room she's in, stretching as far as the eye can see.

...What?

"Oi, it's close... can you see? Am I gonna make it through? Have I got enough space?" he asks as he moves the room (whose walls are basically a memory now) towards the arrays of metal boxes.

She's going to die here. And it's going to be because this machine has no depth perception. What a way to go.

"Agh, just... I just gotta get it through here..." Hit, shake, break. "Okay, I've just gotta concentrate!"

"Then maybe stop fucking talking!"

"And whose fault do you think it's going to be when the management comes down here and finds ten thousand flipping vegetables?" he says, ignoring her again. The room balances precariously as it's moved between the rows upon rows of huge metal boxes and catwalks and beams.

Maybe she could jump out and take her chances alone. How far away are those catwalks?

...pretty darn far.

What about the beams? Can she do a series of jumps?

She could try but most of the horizontal beams are pretty far off and pretty thin and the consequences of failure are "falling down a bottomless pit."

Ugh.