"Difficult to fathom, isn’t it, Maria?"
"Doctor?" Maria responded quizzically, cocking her head.
The man in the long coat seemed to not really be addressing her at all. His eyes were fused to the one-sided glass wall in front of them, and to the two women working on the other side.
The woman in red latex looked square at where he stood on the other side of the wall, as if seeking approval. He nodded and she continued to work on her white-clad patient.
"Take the lady in red here; intelligent, principled, a figurehead for the She-Wolf cause. She fought like a wild-cat on several occasions and killed countless men and women to stop herself and those she sheparded from being captured and turned," Dr. Hundehersteller drummed his finger against his own chin in an off-rhythm beat.
"They’re a wild breed," Maria paused and pushed her glasses up her nose, then cleared her throat, "Are you disappointed with how she was processed, Doctor?"
The Doctor seemed to ignore her a moment longer as he watched the red-clad woman inject her former commanding officer with the nanites that would induce complete, subservient obedience and leave the former resistance member completely malleable. “No, no, not at all. You did give her the choice, I assume?”
Maria brightened, offering a sly grin as she stepped up beside the Doctor, “Exactly as you’ve requested for all She-Wolf captures. She requested a full mind-wipe and BimboMaxx, as did the others.”
"Curious…" The Doctor shook his head, "They fight so hard to retain their precious individuality in the free states, then the second they’re captured, they sacrifice it just so they don’t have to endure their lives as patriotic whores."
"Well, they are wild-women, Doctor," Maria offered, "Perhaps it’s just easier to swallow if they don’t have to think."
The Doctor grinned wolfishly and then turned to his assistant. “Interesting. I’ll remember that input the next time your performance review is conducted.”
Maria stiffened, hesitated, then turned back to the two women in the room. She’d relish taking out her embarrassment on whatever whorish form they found themselves in at the end of the day.