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serious challenges. We believe that we can adapt your Erdomite to become a
courier for us over possibly difficult terrain. We have noted the lack of
proper clotting factor in his blood, but the gland that aids in its production
is merely immature, not missing, and so that problem is easily dealt with. Do
not worry. He shall be fit to do only what is useful to us, and all that you
request be done to him will be a part of it."
"Perfect! Do it! But what about the other?
That one re-quires very special treatment."
"There's not as much to work with," the master surgeon noted. "Still, the
small size and lack of major features and your own requirements make it
obvious that the best way to ensure that no one who ever knew her or saw her
picture recognizes her is to create from her an animal. It can be a unique
animal, since with the countless varieties of the Well World there is nobody
who knows them all or will question a convincing appearance.
This is what we came up with af-ter much study." He pushed a few buttons on a
console, and a hologram of a figure appeared.
Campos laughed in delight. "Oh, that is wonderful!
Per-fect! But can you do such a radical thing?"
"It's not as radical as it looks. Mostly a matter of adding a lot of fatty
body mass, moving the knees, implanting the natural feathers, that sort of
thing. Then reinforcing it with a pictin
 an artificial virus tailor-made to her and her alone. It will methodically go
from cell to cell and manip-ulate the stock DNA
chains that will make the change per-manent. Internally there's not much
changed, so she'll still have to eat what she normally would and such, you
under-stand."
"That is all right. Appearance is everything.
Delicious!
And her speaking? She must be able to speak to me, and I to her, but with
limits."
"Much simpler. We will simply remove her translator and replace it with a
synthetic one. As you may or may not know, we've never successfully created a
translator crystal, but we do have ones that are very limited. We can tune
this one not only to one language but to the specific harmonics of your
translator.
When she speaks, it will be instantly translated into a preset, encoded binary
sequence which can be received and decoded only by your translator. To anyone
else it will sound like meaningless squawks and screeches. Similarly, since
that code will be fed to your translator alone, she will understand you as if
you were speaking nor-mally no matter what language you use, while all other
speech will be picked up by her translator, which will over-load trying to
decode what isn't there and produce mean-ingless random sounds.
No one but you will even think that she is a sentient being. Is that
satisfactory, ma-dame?"
"Perfect."
Juan Campos sighed. "How long will it be be-fore I can bring her home?"
"Not long. Two, three weeks tops."
"Do it, then. Do it as quickly as you can, but do it right
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The Erdomese constitution handled the drug a bit differ-ently but just as
effectively from the point of view of the dealers. There was not any massive
high but rather a con-tinuous feeling of being just a bit isolated from
reality, a "slight buzz" as Lori thought of it. It was when it was with-drawn
that its full power and potency revealed itself; the pain, the horrors, the
hallucinations were beyond anyone's endurance. He knew he could not exist
without the drug but was not so insulated that he did not hate them for doing
it to him.
That, and the way they treated him, half the time as some sort of interesting
lab specimen and the other half as no better than a slave, he thought, the
worst possible exis-tence imaginable.
But that was before he met the duo he began thinking of as Mengele Turtle and
Frankenstein's Slug. He knew by their detached and clinical discussions that
they were going to do something more to him, something awful, but he had no
way of knowing what.
Then, shortly afterward, the keepers came for him and gave him an injection,
and he remembered no more.
The first realization that he was waking up from a sus-tained
anesthetic-induced sleep was an awareness that he was on all fours.
That was odd; Erdomese men were never on all fours. He opened his eyes, but
they refused to focus very well, as if still mostly asleep, but he reached out
and tried to stand and found that he could not.
His first thought was that they'd taken his fingers, and then he managed to
put his head down close to his arms and saw hooves.
Not even the kind of hooves Alowi had real hooves, like on his feet.
But his feet, too, were on the floor. How could that be without him being at
an angle or on his knees? It was as if his legs had been shortened and his
hips turned so that he was now a four-legged, four-hoofed beast a mere three
and a half feet off the ground!
With a sinking feeling he realized that it was exactly what they had done. He
still had his tail, but it was down and dragged on the floor, trailing between
his hind legs.
And with less shock than he might have thought, he re-alized that the tail was
the only thing between those legs, in far too short a time he had gone from
female to male to nothing. There weren't even any internal muscles there to
feel or flex.
You didn't have to go to med school to figure out Cam-pos, did you?
Still, even with blurry vision, he could see that there was something in back
of his well, forelegs. He not only could see the shapes in a somewhat blurry
way, he could feel the dead weight hanging down.
Breasts? Four breasts on a eunuch? What on earth for? Particularly such a
large and heavy set, which cleared the floor only by several inches. Sensing
something else, a wrongness, he flexed his back a bit so that they did touch
the floor, then straightened again. If they had nipples, there was no
sensation in them.
He wondered why he hadn't bled to death during their butchery and then
realized what the breasts really were. Not just more Campos humor they had
placed in him, or ac-tivated by hormones, the internal engine of the female,
the healing factors. No nipples, because whatever function they served they
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