"I didn't plan on having anyone I cared about while I was doing this," Spike said softly.  "I just...I wanted to get the damn chip out.  I've located a shaman that can do it, but she wants $200,000.  Cash.  That's what it costs for me to be free.  You don't know what they did to me, Raven.  Those fucking bastard soldiers that captured me and delivered by to be experimented on.  I wasn't a person to them, just a *thing*, and..."  He swallows hard, his eyes golden, then blue, and tears welling up.  "I don't know if they'd have ever stopped if I hadn't escaped. They were talking about mods to the chip, to do more than make me unable to attack.  That's when I escaped, when I knew if I didn't, I'd be a sex slave for some wealthy bastard, or some son-of-a-bitch politician.  Unless I can get free, that's what will happen to me sooner or later.  A human will kill me, or worse.  I'll end up someone's exotic pet."