Bambi's hooves made a faint clip-clop on the floor as she paced back and forth, scratching one flopped-down ear.<br/><br/>It wasn't all that busy today, except for Dionys, who was nearly always busy, and Bambi had too much time to herself. She didn't like that. When she had had time, things happened in her head unless she scratched a lot, and if she did that too much she'd make it sore and then the Fat Man would be angry, because nobody wanted her with sores on her ear.<br/><br/><em>- Did you see that reaction? Christ, wait til the boss sees the holo, he'll freak.</em><br/><strong><sub>- I was expecting a bloodbath, to be honest. This is... an astounding development.</sub></strong><br/><em>- Even with a partial lobotomy on the test subject! Intelligence is not a factor.</em><br/><br/>Bambi shivered, her huge dark eyes staring blankly through the bars to where Rhiyu was teasing herself and Dionys into a lather. But the antics of the pair couldn't quite distract her from the powerful tides washing up from the depths of her mind.<br/><br/><em>- Think of the applications. Military </em>and<em> private sector.</em><br/><strong><sub>- Private? Who's got that kind of money?</sub></strong><br/><em>- Trust me, there are people with that kind of money.</em><br/><br/>Sometimes Bambi had trouble knowing exactly where she was. When the people took her into the room with pretty lights and she pleased them, she always knew where she was and the other stuff happening in her head stopped. The couple who'd looked at her earlier had moved off to choose another, left her flesh frustrated and itching to be used.<br/><br/><em>- Hurry, dammit. I paid for three and a half minutes of surveillance downtime. We're at one-fifty already. Sedate it if you have to.</em><br/><strong><sub>- And how are we going to get it out of here  sedated? Carry it?</sub></strong><br/>-<em>Idiot. Get a gurney. Right now. </em>Move!<br/><br/>Bambi blinked softly, shaking her head. There was trouble, somewhere. Bad trouble. She didn't know where, but she could feel it.<br/><br/><strong><sub>- Not too smart, is she?</sub></strong><br/><em>- Awh, c'm-ON, Pickle. It's not as if you're buying it for its brain.</em><br/><strong><sub>- Well, no.. but she's damaged goods. More work. I want two million off.</sub></strong><br/><em>- Ain't gonna happen.</em><br/><strong><sub>- Who else are going to sell her to? She could easily be traced back to you.</sub></strong><br/><em>- You sure your people can remove the ID, and the tracers, all of it?</em><br/><strong><sub>- My people are good. I pay them a great deal to be good. Now, about that reduction...</sub></strong><br/><br/>She blinked again, arms wrapping around herself, staring through her bars toward Dionys' cage. His feverish self-pleasuring and the scent of sex in the air took her over, and she slipped gratefully into its embrace. It wasn't long before she, too, was wet and panting, and all the voices in her head went quiet.<br/><br/><br/>