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Felon Refurbishing Program -by Roody EXP 1596-0015/02122045 - Derek Samson New Pawland was a very conflictive city, full of vice, delinquency and peril. However things were improving little by little. Nobody was sure about why or how, they only felt hope and tranquility have started to gain inches everyday. Three years ago, there was a kind of implicit curfew, from 10pm to 5:30 am only thefts, assassins, rapists and a few brave paramedics and police men were on the streets. Many people could have thought daylight was respected by felons but quite contrary, thefts had taken secondary streets and neighborhoods with few police presence. One or two thefts were so cynical, they even had stolen wheels, mirrors and headlights of patrols. However, there were some rumors among criminals. Rumors that most of the empowered felons didn't want to listen. Derek Samson was a brown and white wolf who loved to take money from the innocent pedestrians who walked down Deercoln Street. He, at first, didn't like to be a theft, but that kind of phrases like “law of the jungle” or “pred over pray, like the ancient times” took root in him. It was true things like lack of jobs and expensive food don't help, but there were many people, even many other wolves who preferred to live respecting the law. Derek had heard about a colleague disappearing suddenly. However the city was going too wild, he thought probably other fellows were trying to assault them. He had heard about a kind of plastic robots assigned to one or two policemen. That real size “action figures” used to walk along with the “pigs”, patrolling and doing dumb things like holding papers, buying snacks or coffee and donuts for their “partners”. Derek thought this program was a dumb way to show some intentions to “improve the city’s reputation” and to try that new and ineffective expensive toys. That day he was performing his modus operandi, he used to wait hidden in a backstreet near a building full of rental offices. The business there were so tiny, vaguely the recurring warnings about delinquency were heard. He used to wait that hour when clerks used to go out for dinner and, in some cases, he was there at the departure time. He used to follow his prey from behind and for 3 blocks, then he used to push his victims to the next dark and dirty alley and then, with his knife, he used to take their money and run for another block. That day was different. He felt something in the air, he felt like he had to stop at dinner time and leave it as an unproductive day, already he had his “minimal quota”; but for some reason, he thought “maybe it's about that business furs, maybe it's my time to shine! This is the day of payment and I'll get a big extra!” He didn't imagine what came next. A leopard officer was taking photos from across the street, hidden between two trash bins, meanwhile, a kind of doberman-man covered in rubber from top of its ears to bottom of its toes was taking position near the wolf's spot. Once the policeman got enough evidence, he instructed his “partner” to cut the exit to the wolf, Derek was attracted to an alley where the Leopard Cop was waiting for him. “You're under arrest! You have the right to stay…” Whiskers! The wolf thought, maybe he should have tried to fight the synthetic doberman police. Well, it was better to not offer resistance. If he finds a good lawyer, he will be out in the streets in a week or two. However, things wouldn't be so easy. Derek was worried when the patrol didn't take him to the police station but they took him to an uncertain facility outside of the city. There, he was taken to a classical prisión cell, but he was the only prisoner. He spent 3 days there, he was fed by the police who caught him or by the doberman latex drone. Derek got more nervous each hour into that cell. He asked for his phone call, he asked for a lawyer but in everytime, the latex doberman didn't pay attention to him. The leopard was behaving differently, he portrayed a clinical laugh. “ Sorry mutt, not this time, you should have taken better decisions or even you should have left this hell, instead of violating the law” “ But Buddy, you don't know how hard it is to live in this dystopian hole where you, the privileged…” the wolf shot that dagger that works in Social Media “You don't have any idea, I was raised in the Morton Thorns neighborhood, a place quite similar to your place or maybe worse “Then, you know how hard it is, the system is an oppressive entity against us” “And you decided to torture our kind instead of helping us“ The wolf realized it was not truly a good excuse as internet or intellectuals may think Then the wolf screamed, “Once I get out of this dungeon I will tell everybody about this place! You're at the limit of police abuse and human rights violations!” The phrase that expelled the officer chilled the ‘revolutionary’ wolf “Who told you you were going to get out of here like that? free, unpunished, with no consequences” Once the leopard left the zone of prison cells, Derek was nervous, the officer shouldn't say that, the less they know, the easier the process will be. As all around the place there are cameras and microphones, he was sure they knew what he did. But, the face of that canine was priceless, it was so satisfying. If they punish the officer, it will be worth it. After another 2 days, the doberman latex drone appeared in front of the cell of Derek “The subject will turn to face the wall, the subject will put its hands on the back and it will let this unit to secure him and take it to the next process” The monotone and metallic voice sent a shiver of alarm inside the wolf but he didn't want to make these people angry, so he obeyed. Wait a minute, did de drone reffered to him as “it”? Derek felt the grip and the force of the doberman, it was a right decision to not try to escape. The wolf was taken for pass ways and stairs, even redundantly on purpose. They entered a room that looked like a mix between a hospital room and a chemistry laboratory. There they were received by a slim and serious raccoon in a lab coat, grey pants and a simple t-shirt. “Subject is here” The raccoon took some minutes to check out the brown and white freaked wolf. “You can leave this room, assistant” The drone refused to obey “Due to the protocol AX35T5, for security reasons for the staff, this unit is required to stay in the room to assist in tasks required to agilizise the process and to mitigate any counter reaction from the raw material” “Wait a minute… did just that weirdo call me, ‘raw material’?” The raccoon repeated the request “please unit DBN03, in this exclusive case, you're interfering with the process, I trust in this one, can you stay just out of this room, I'll scream if I need you” The drone left the room and the wolf relaxed a little. “Please, can you explain what's going to happen to me?” “Don't worry, it's just a clinical exam.” “Then, why do you need to keep it so secret? What's wrong? Are you going to kill me?” “We are developing a drug that will improve your health, if there's something like a disease, tumors or unbalanced endocrine system, we will detect it and by giving you experimental drugs, we will check if it does as researchers claim”. “But I'm becoming a guinea pig, you are turning me into a guinea pig!” “Maybe. But the good news are… you don't have to go to jail, we will take care of you, we will improve you if the drug do as scientists say, all your records will be cleared if you behave very good by the time you're here” The wolf considered the possibilities, it sounded like a new beginning. Plus a way to get a kind of medical insurance. So he relaxed and laid down on what looked like a hospital bed. Although, the scientific raccoon was not honest. He had other plans for the wolf, the raccoon man put him in a mask with a sedative. Derek fell asleep, the raccoon injected the wolf with a green mysterious serum, then he started to check the readings. He did his pending paperwork. Weird things started to happen to Derek's body. From the middle of his body, a strange substance was spreading. His waist, private areas, tights and stomach got a black color temporarily with a shiny latex texture. It was a slow process. It took some hours and the process became slower when the black latex goo covered more complex parts of Derek's body. At this point, Derek fell asleep very deeply. He would not wake up as he was. Once that latex reached his head, all his memories were locked but his abilities were transformed into subroutines, methods and sub programs. His own name became a fuzzy statement yet an inventory identification appeared inside his mind. WLF02. Meanwhile outside there was a screen showing the bar progress. The raccoon scientist was a cold stone apparently devoid of any emotions, somehow his psychological state reassembled the one of those latex drones he was helping to transform. Between notes, records, checks of the screen, that was the labor in this step of the process. The raccoon scientist thought about what he was doing, do these felons have family? What will happen if anyone recognizes them? Or, was it the right way?... Then he remembered how he was at college, how he had to hide from suspicious furs, how one felon snatched his laptop, one that his mother bought to him with sacrifice, and stabbed him, he almost lost his girlfriend in a shooting between two rival gangs. “They deserve the right to pay back to society for their actions, whether they want it or not.” the raccoon said coldly. The first steps of the process are finished, once the mysterious latex based substance does its job, the subject may acquire a resemblance of his previous fur pattern, or the colors could be inverted or the colors can be changed. The raccoon once made a hyena subject change into a blue based pattern, so he would ask for a chance to make experiments or he even thought of experimenting with the process and report any issues as “incidents” like the blue latex hyena he got the other day. And just like that, Derek Samson stopped to exist, laying on the hospital bed that looked more like an operation table, there was a new asset, a new brown latex wolf drone unit completely blank and ready to program. The raccoon was satisfied with the final result. The shape of the body of the wolf was better, enhanced, looked more athletic and strong, they weren't lying about the improvement of his body, or about the institute caring and maintaining that body. The unit WLF02 was guided to stand by ITself and the raccoon scientist put wireless microdiscs on the top of the WFL02’s head. Then he run a program in the big computer of his lab and the unit was fed with codes, protocols, procedures and directives to optimize his… it's labor as new element made to serve as a support. The raccoon kept the micro disks on the head of WLF02 an tested the programming on that synthetic brain. “Derek Samson? How do you feel?” The unit didn't respond “Hey! Derek Samson, why don't you answer?” the raccoon insisted with a satisfied smile “User has made a mistake, this is a Synthetic Anthro Assistant, does the user want this SAA unit to help the user to localize that ‘derek Samson'?” The raccoon scientist was satisfied with the process. The wolf unit looked optimal, in excellent condition, … handsome… The Procyon technician took the disks and said. “Ok, new asset, state identification and status” “This SAA unit is designed as WLF02 until the final user sets a new name. This is a Wolf model drone. It was made on 02-12-2045. Current temperature, 25°C. Body functions 100%. Role assignment, unknown. Ready to serve “ The raccoon scientist took the programming disks and finished the inspection touching every zone of the Drone without any kind of reaction from WLF02. He touched the slippery chest, the fine modeled snout, the mildly strong biceps. The raccoon, as it was stated, frotted the round and bulging groin. He made notes and checked all requeriments complied. Then, he peered out of the lab to call the doberman unit “DBN03, please take this new asset to the drone store, there the drone attendant will store you and finish the paperwork for this one” Both drones looked at each other in some kind of pairing protocol that van be translated as a meet up. Then WLF02 understood he must follow DBN03. and they crossed the big doorframe of the lab. —--------------- Captain Sherman Duff was an example of people so useful to be discharged but so hard to be directed into places, specifically if that new places go to the future. The old badger has the power position in the police department among lions, wolves, bears or even elephants and rhinos for very good reasons, among those were his intelligence, and his fierce. But as a phantom who refuses to leave the house they were haunting, his corrupted manners have to be accepted some times. His nepotism had succeed many times because he was one of the few things still work into the force, with some stains in his career. Quiet contrary to his ‘friendly’ personality was his youngest son Sherwin, the young badger was not so strong, his character was calm, easily to cheat and sometimes fraughtful. The old Sherman forced Sherwin to join the police so he can continue the tradition and he still wants to have an eye once he leaves the police or to inspect all the department. Captain Sherman was aware his son was not so… “conventional”, his son didn't shared the likes of other people and was very introverted. And as nobody wanted to work with Sherwin and when he noted his son had special interest for the SAA units, he demanded one was assigned to his boy. This could work to demonstrate the power he still has and to have points against that damned program of ‘weird’ scientist. The only person who had the enough conviction to refuse the assignment was precisely the raccoon scientist who ‘refurbishes’ the felons. The same raccoon went to talk to the chiefs by himself in his office! “I don't care about your feelings, son. Do you know who are taking to?” “I don't care, sir. I insist this is still an experimental program” “So, you don't trust you plastic zombies, do you?” Cap. Duff said sarcastically “An experienced officer can lead the drone to a good performance, or at least a not so nervous and inexperienced one? “Watch out what you will say, little trash bear!” “I'm not afraid in pointing the obvious lack of experience and leadership of the person who you want to be on charge of the drone can get involved into risky situations, his demeanor and weak temperament can make the unit useless. The unit won't learn anything” “are you saying my son is coward and dumb?!” Sherman said, part bluffing, part offended “You just said it. Not me, but if you insist. Let me check for an experienced drone so your son will be safe” “No, I won't quit one of the boys the latex action figure they are working with!” “Ok, you win. But your son and the unit should go to the facility 2 times a week instead of one, and for a time of 7 weeks, all subjects they catch are ours, instead of the one or two you are sending there” “Fine” said the surprised badger. “You have some balls but talk like a computer. What's your name?” “Adrien Rockwell” “ok, when will Sherwin pick up the toy?” Adrien the cold hearted raccoon scientist didn't like his creations being called toys or dolls but just refined the terms with the old badger captain Sherwin wasn't use to having a partner, his police coworkers didn't like him because of so many reasons, for example, he was not assigned to night shifts, he's a living mess and, of course, being the son of one of the captains in the city. They didn't share anything, the other police officers were afraid the son was going to let his thong flow with the captain but the funny thing was he was scared enough to reveal things with his father. But the day he went to the facility and took WLF02 with him was a good day. He couldn't believe he has a sexy wolf latex drone for his own. “This unit senses some unestability in the assigned user, does the user let this unit to take the wheel and drive?” Adrien Rockwell started to regret the decision and hated the captain Sherman Duff. “Ok, go ahead, it will be interesting,” said Sherwin. Adrien Rockwell stated, “remember the protocols and procedures, have in mind the security of the officer assigned to you and subject to the protocol DFR23, I'll see you the next Wednesday” “Affirmative” said both the latex wolf and the badger officer. For two weeks the drone WFL02 did few things when it was with Sherwin Duff, the classic walks around a neighbor, the unit helping the badger to buy fast food. The officer telling the drone some of his feelings like how the program produced ‘hot stuff', meanwhile the drone didn't respond even to subtle insinuations. Rockwell was a little bit frustrated because he thought he could have at least 6 subjects and he had been prepared a way to force a drone to change its color as he desired. This time there was a robbery in a corner shop, Sherwin and WFL02 were very near and by protocol the drone couldn't refuse the call and Sherwin couldn't override the instructions. The central said there were 3 thieves implicated and held 2 hostages. Already there was a Leopard cop and his assigned Doberman drone, coincidentally the one who caught to Derek. “Oh sh*t! Here's the papa boy, just my luck!” “What… what, how do I help… buddy?” “Look at you! I bet you can't hold your gun right now” For the bad luck of the leopard officer, the situation was escalating, the reinforcements were delaying and time was slowing down. But suddenly he got an idea, a perfect time to try the protocol DFR23 “This is officer Johnson and I invoque the pairing protocol DFR23” said the leopard as two gunshots where heard. WLF02 check the nervous partner, then recognized its latex mate and the more experienced officer. Checked the urgency of the scene and stated “This is unit WLF02, ready to help officer Johnson and his unit coworker DBN03, waiting for instructions” Officer Johnson barked orders to use both latex drones as distraction and to cover his steps through the inside of the corner shop. Then he made some signals that his latex doberman assistant understood, that information was passed by wireless connection to the latex wolf and the three officers took down the felons. The officer Johnson shut to one leaving him bleeding on the floor and both latex drones caught one theft each. The reinforcements arrived late. That was a bitter victory to Johnson because he has to share this with the frightened officer Duff. The knees only reported two thieves caught, one fat raccoon knocked out by the doberman drone unit, other, a leopard, in hospital. Meanwhile Sherwin was commanded by his dad to fill the tricked report, it was the minimum they had to do with Johnson, saying the great actions of the leopard and his drone, plus the clever and opportune arrival of officer Duff. WLF02 was taking a donkey to the facility where he will be processed and refurbished. The next day, Sherwin saw something was a little off with WLF02. Instead of trying to distract the drone as he was told if he noted something, or reporting it with the Rockwell, he wanted to help the drone. The officer drove the patrol to a hidden alley. The officer Duff rubbed the chest of the rigid latex brown and white wolf, this time he noted a little shiver in it. Absurdly, or guided by his wishes instead of his brain, he thought the wolf drone was liking it. Then, Sherwin started to ask about its feelings, if it was enjoying it. And touched the snout of the latex drone. Then Sherwin said he felt bad about how WLF02 teamed up with the other police and the hot doberman drone but watching him doing a good job has worth it. Sherwin frotted the thighs of the latex wolf and asked how did it feel catching that donkey under orders of Johnson. The drone said “it can't, something is of. You shouldn't do that. And, no.” Then he watched his nude thighs, he? Watched his hands and said “that leopard cop, and his drone… no no no” Sherwin was frightened because of the intern fight his partner was having… “wait, please, just take a breath” but a latex drone can't take a breath, “oh no, no, no. Look. I'm sorry , please, I shouldn't…” Then he thought cleverly in a unexpected situation in years. “Unit WLF02, shut down!” The drone stopped moving and relaxed completely on the copilot seat. Sherwin drove to the facility where a middle aged leopard cop with a dad body reprimanded him for not following the instructions and pushing the drone with uncomfortable questions. Fortunately for him, the attendant didn't think about asking the WLF02 what exactly Sherwin did or how Sherwin provoked this state. Adrien Rockwell connected the programming disks on the WFL02'S head and got the data before the unit was reprogrammed again. It was valuable information, he knew what really happened to the drone. Somehow the image of the DBN03 catching and submitting that theft removed a persistent memory inside the synthetic brain plus the nervous character of Sherwin and the close interactions between them were a recipe for a kind of an internal crisis. Once the reprogramming was finished, WLF02 said to Sherwin he should go to talk to Adrien. Sherwin went to talk with the raccoon who said to him that he was not angry about him teasing and “perverting” the WLF02 unit. Sherwin Duff was very ashamed, quiet contrary, the raccoon took it as a test to check any spark of previous conscience into the new drones. Adrien Rockwell even invited to Sherwin to “test” new units under secured scenarios inside the lab. “actually if you come the next wednesday, you’ll try to test a new Donkey model, a classic gray model but I’ll try tu turn it into a good navy blue” And just like that. Sherwin went back to his patrol with his fixed latex friend, one who didn’t care of who he was, an almost confident pal who could erase his memory and would let him be touched and kissed. Sherwin thought about Adrien, Cap Duff was right, that raccoon looks like a good person and someone to trust.