AmyStrange & the Criminal
(Part 1: the Escape)
                              Copyright © 2019 by David P. Ayotte
THIS BOOK IS NOT FOR CHILDREN
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CHAPTER 3: WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 22nd

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     When they first built it, the com-
puters were huge and took up twenty-   
three rooms all by themselves.         
     Today, it’s modern and sophisti-  
cated enough to do all kinds of unimag-
inable genetic engineering, and the    
computers can also now fit into one    
room, and that left twenty-two empty   
ones.                                  
     The Company rented those out to   
ten independent labs, and if they used 
mice in their research, then we also   
cleaned those cages.                   
     Still awake? Good, ‘cause one of  
the rooms they rented out was the      
Secret Room, or as I liked to call it, 
the Entrance to Hell, and it’s also    
where they kept the talking Cat, but   
more about that in a little bit.       
     First, I gotta tell you about the 
killings.                              
     They called it Euthanasia, and    
that made it sound all cuddly and shit,
but to me, it was an evil fucking      
thing, and I hated it.                 
     The first time I heard about it,  
I was on my first tour of duty on the  
Dark-Side.                             
     Cage-Wash was divided into two    
sections by a cement wall. The larger  
section was called the Clean Side, and 
the smaller one was called the Dirty-  
Side. I liked to call that one the     
Dark-Side, because that’s where mice   
went to die.                           
     After the change-outs, the Tech-  
nicians, or Techs, brought the dirty   
cages over to the Dark-Side. The two   
people who were working there that week
would take turns dumping, spraying, and
then sending them over to the          
Clean-Side.                            
     No one worked on the Dark-Side all
the time. Each of us worked two weeks  
there, and then six weeks on the Clean 
Side. A two-month schedule was posted  
in the Break Room showing which two    
people worked each week.               
     During my first tour of duty,     
Denise was my partner, and she ex-     
plained  what we did and also about all
the killings.                          
     “That’s the Grinder, the Tunnel,  
the Cart-Washer and finally the        
autoclave.                             
     “The racks come in loaded with    
dirty cages. We dump the cages into the
Grinder, spray them down, and then put 
them in the Tunnel.”                   
     “Did you say Tunnel?” I asked.    
     She pointed into it, “Doesn’t it  
look like one?”                        
     Someone from the Clean-Side waved,
and we waved back.                     
     “It sure does,” I agreed.         



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CHAPTER 3: WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 22nd
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