“What the fuck, girl?! That       
hurts.”                                
     “Sorry, but that’s how it makes me
feel.”                                 
     I looked back at the de-contamina-
tion line and began to get a lot more  
than just a little worried about what  
the Darkness was gonna do, especially  
since there was nothing I could do     
about it? I had to idly sit back and   
watch them take a mouse away to die.   
     I wasn’t in any way looking for-  
ward to finding out what happened next,
but that’s as far as we got before the 
cages started coming in, and we had to 
do some real work.                     
     Denise showed me how to dump the  
cages one more time. Once I got the    
hang of it and started going a little  
faster, she switched to feeding them   
* into the Tunnel.                         
     She pushed a button, the spray    
jets whooshed on, and you couldn’t see 
to the Clean-Side anymore.             
     Every couple hours, we switched   
places.                                
     Not too long after lunch, while I 
was dumping cages again, it happened.  
     Denise was feeding the Tunnel and 
also telling me about all the ins and  
outs of the place, especially the week-
ly meetings.                           
     “Once a week, we all get together,
ate donuts and learned about all the   
new rules, procedures and other boring 
bullshit like that, but the important  
part was at the end.”                  
     “What happens then?”              
     “We get to ask questions, complain
and make suggestions. I’ve been trying 
to get them to listen to me for a      
while, and well, I’m not getting any-  
where.                                 



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