"M'essa, what they did to that time was horrible. But please stop thinking of them as mindless zombies. It's more how an AI made to cook hamburgers isn't going to think about how to fix plumbing."
"WHATEVER!"
Pablo turned the channel back to the Brainwashed Cat Girl Transformation show.
Just in time to see a Irish woman lose to a surfer dude in arm wrestling contest. In a flash of light the woman became a little blond cat girl who leapt onto him, hugging his waist. "BIG BROTHER!"
"Blech! Who could be that desperate for family?!"
"I dunno. Seems kinda heart warming if you ask me."
M'essa turned off the TV. "Come on, let's go outside."
Pablo wanted to say that he was actually curious to see who would win now that the audience had someone they could root for. But he didn't want to argue with M'essa when she was like this.
However, what they found outside their apartment building was a circus parade. And there wasn't a single human in the entire parade. The ring master was a furry orange fox girl wearing a red jacket, top-hat, cane with a jewel atop it, but nothing else.
The clowns were hyena girls not wearing costumes, or much of anything, but in fact their fur was done in various splotches of silly paint done in mockery of aristocrats of centuries past along with their red noses and frilly neck neck-braces. Juggling, and prat falling for the audience.
The music being performed by a surprisingly normal looking cat girl in a sparkly dress on a massive rolling pipe organ.
And there were the circus animals, former humans, lions, elephants, bears, done in glowing paint to accent their forms as they stood on two legs and marched along with the rest of the parade. The elephants in particular towered over the rest of the parade, gaining 'oooh' and 'aaah'. There was no fear of these animals going bezerk.
Also included a pair of tiger cubs riding atop the much larger adult tigeresses who had been their parents in a former life. The cubs waved at the crowd as they performed acrobatics between the two large tigresses.
An anthro leopardess somersaulted through a flaming hoop held by an anthro lioness without her fur getting so much as marked.
The people didn't react to the sight of the 'naked' anthros at all, after all, they weren't human, not in the least, not anymore. It would be like dislking the sight of a naked house cat.
Pablo noticed a flier. "I might have found something to deal with your money problems. You're not gonna like it. But it might be your best bet."
"Thanks for the warning, just spit it out."
"It's a contest. Last one standing. You're turned into a nude statue or similar work of art, and the last one to be holding onto a shred of their original sense of self wins, is restored, and wins the other works of art or to be auctioned off with you getting to keep resulting the profits. Or a flat prize of 500,000 dollars."
M'essa groaned. "So that's what it comes down to eh? Well, I can't deny I think I have stronger sense of self than these zombies and sheep who just go along with this system."