Debbie gasped in suprise as a capuchin monkey, swinging freely from the rafters, landed on her shoulder. She laughed as it chittered excitedly and clambered deftly around her shoulders, its tiny paws examining her hair, her face, her jewelry as though amazed by them all.
Cute monkey impression, Mike thought, watching it carefully. If it goes anywhere near her breasts, I'll punch its lights out.
"Any questions, sir?" the animal handler asked brightly. Now that he was beside her, he became aware of an uncanny resemblance between her and the receptionist. He wondered if the clinic gave out bodies like other employers gave out uniforms.
"Yeah, one. What happens when the 12-month rehoming period ends?"
"If they're still with us? They're run through the neuralizer, and moved on to more specialised animal shelters or released into the wild."
"Do I even want to know what a neuralizer is?"
She smiled. "It's nothing bad. It just removes their human behaviours and memories, and replaces them with animal equivalents. It's completely painless, and humane."
"And they... agree to that?"
"It's in their contract," she replied, not quite answering the question. For the first time he noticed there were fresh claw marks all down her arms. Clearly, the animals objected to something. "Would you like to see the neuralizer room?"
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