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 D ark-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.”                   



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