The Cyborg Blood says absolutely nothing. It doesn't even react. The shreds of consciousness inside the cyborg have already been suppressed by SHODAN's demands; abstract thought subordinated to subroutines.
The imposing figure leaps foward, both stiffly and with precision. It glides through the air, raising the light-sheathed blade and plunging it downwards, towards the Captain's neck, with the ruthlessness of a guillotine.