The man thought for a long while. There were a lot of possibilities at hand here. He could change you into anything and insert you inside the womb of the chosen species. The man in charge was not overly cruel, he would not change you into something awful. However, rules were rules, and you did not respect them so even if you could speak out, you wouldn't find much to defend yourself. After all, you did not obey the safety rules, and technically, these men were already kind enough to help you out, after you screwed the rules clearly laid out so monumentally. Therefore, your fate was in the hands of this man who, without being unkind, also had priorities to think about, mingled with your own well-being. The zoo was in need of more babies for some species. It would make sense to change you into an embryo of one of these species and then let the development follow suit. However, a few gold coins would be welcome and you would make a cute baby. You weren't bad-looking as an adult, after all. Moreover, an embryo costing very little would delight many prospective parents, whether the mother in whose womb you'd be inserted was to become your own mother or one carrying a baby for others. The man had seen enough people and creatures to know that in the end, as long as the parents were stable, supportive and loving, that was what mattered. Yes, keeping you as a human would work fine and the workers of the zoo had enough experience and gumption to know what couples would make great parents. You were placed in a very large test tube inscribed with your characteristics, then set in a freezer to wait finding a loving couple to carry you to term. You cannot voice your protest as you are lost in a sea of your own unconscious slumber. However, even if months are years passed until you wake up in a womb, to you it will seem like only a few seconds have passed. Afterwards, your memories would fade away rapidly. The man smiled to himself as he left the room. He must have a kind heart indeed, to help families find new children and offer new lives to people coming to the fountain. But he lived for those little moments of joy in the eyes of others. And what was best, he could even give poetic punishments to the jerks who drank the fountain and deserved a little poetic justice.