Wilma Harrison, the female guard, was a forty-three year old woman whose husband had left her many years ago. She had always loved babies, but had never been able to have one of her own. The little boy and girl on the floor looked so cute, and after what they had been caught doing to TransDem the only thing return to life as adults offered them was a long, long time in jail. She saved the changes.
"What will happen to them now?" she asked her partner. "Dump 'em off at the hospital." he replied. "But they're so cute! They should have good homes so they'll learn not to steal again when they grow up!" "That's what the man said. Don't be causing trouble now Wilma, I mean it."
I'm not dumping off these poor children, Wilma thought. She looked down at the machine in her hand. She pointed it at her partner, and double clicked.