<em>Jealousy</em><br/><br/><em>Why did he feel jealous?</em><br/><br/>He knew what could happen to dogs, and it seemed by and large, in addition to being left with his mind intact, the conversion facility had done a quick and dirty conversion. Nothing fancy, or overly exotic. And hadn't he been cowering quietly in his cage, wishing the girl next to him would shut up and stop making a fuss, hoping he'd be overlooked in the rush on the new dogs.<br/><br/><em>It had worked, so why was he jealous?</em><br/><br/>He realized it was because he was lonely. The others - they were being spoken to, even as they were told their lives were over. Even as they were told not to speak, or used form someone's cruel amusement. He...he hadn't been spoken to in days, and even then, it was by the crew woman on the ship over who decided to "adopt" him - feeding him scraps even while she, and those she shared her shift with, raped him. They hadn't known he could talk, could think, and he had kept his mouth shut, afraid of the consequences if he did not.<br/><br/>He looked out at the few who remained in the room, who hadn't already chosen their pets for the day, and whimpered quietly.