A red-haired female hangs splayed, spread-eagled, from the metal rack in the 
center of the room. Her body glows with the orange and red-tinted light of the 
trid screens. Each time she screams, her voice becomes a chorus of shrill echoes 
that bounce around the room. With each new scream, Adama grins, and the radiance of that grin seems to set the giant white gemstone to sparkling brilliantly.