Hundehersteller Industries

(REPOSTING BECAUSE BDSMlr DIDN'T POST THE IMAGE THE FIRST TIME)

"Here, Waffles! Get the ball!"

The Man in the Floppy Hat watched as two heads turned in perfect unison, eyes focused on the red rubber sphere held aloft by Professor Rosegreen. He normally found visits to Experimental R&D to be something of a crapshoot. 

These "simulated home environments," for instance. For whose benefit were they built? He didn't need a Potemkin village to evaluate the worthiness of a given product, and he doubted the animals being improved cared much either way. But it seemed to make the scientists and marketing people happy, so he did his best to endure. Besides, Rosegreen had been producing promising results for a while now, so he could be granted a little leeway.

Rosegreen threw the ball down the hall, and both Waffles and the blank-eyed Chocolate Cauc beside it chased after it, barking.

"Interesting," said Hundehersteller. "Are they linked by the implant?"

Rosegreen nodded. "Actually, the implant is anchored at the brain stem. It's been recording for a week. Our goal is a total overwrite, with certain necessary modifications in order to ensure the animal's utility once physical optimization is complete."

Dr. Hundehersteller nodded. "I see. So there's no need to actually modify the target animal's brain?"

"Not at all, sir. The implant effectively blocks any unwanted activity, supplanting it with the data from the host animal. The brain remains the core of the CNS, but its using our "software" instead of the host's original thought patterns and personality."

"So is this..."—Hundehersteller consulted the paperwork—"Daddario cunt aware of its surroundings and actions?" 

Rosegreen smiled. "Actually, sir, that's the best part. We can provide the target animal's mind with input, while removing output, similar to the use of Beta Mode with our domination nanite products. However, because the implant is effectively running the show once installed, there is zero chance of unwanted anomalies in the animal's behavior even if awareness is preserved. As I said, we've effectively created a virus that runs the programs we want, and isolates the original 'operating system.' The body is ours, and the host identity becomes isolated data, granted access at the discretion of the animal's owner. In theory, the implant could be removed and the animal restored without the need for a nanite flush, although of course it will receive nanites for optimization such as BimboMaxx™ and LivingLatex™, so that's something of a moot point." 

Hundehersteller considered this. "And if the implant fails?"

Rosegreen attempted to conceal his wounded pride, failing miserably. "Well, sir, not to toot our own horns, but we've been at this for awhile now. Hundehersteller technology is the most advanced in the world. Failure rates consistently fall below .01%." 

Hundehersteller raised one eyebrow. "That wasn't my question." 

Rosegreen cleared his throat and nodded. "Of course not, sir. Apologies. As with most of the experimental tech we've been developing, we've included a fail safe. In addition to storing data provided by the host animal, the implant has a built-in nano-injector. Should the implant suffer critical failure, the injector automatically pushes into the brain stem and flashes the system with a standard set of breed protocols for the animal's selected form, immediately wiping its brain and replacing it with a standard configuration for a FuckMutt, CowSlut, Whorse, etc. of the animal's breed." 

Hundehersteller rubbed his goateed chin, thinking. "I see. Excellent work, Rosegreen. The applications for this tech are, as yet, limited, but there's certainly room for additional development in the budget. This could be a very effective political tool, particularly in cases where it becomes necessary to...persuade...foreign parties regarding the wisdom of embracing the Natural Order." 

"Very good, sir." Rosegreen cleared his throat again. "And, uh...sir? About the Chocolate Cauc?" He gestured to the drooling bitch at his feet, its expression and body language a perfect mirror of Waffle's own.

Hundehersteller chuckled. "Keep it, Rosegreen. Consider it a reward for this latest breakthrough. I'm given to understand it was something of a celebrity, prior to acquisition. You might be able to rent it out for a pretty penny, once it's optimized." 

Rosegreen nodded, a smile creeping across his narrow features. "Very good, sir." He had no intention of letting his prize out of his sight, let alone his grasp, but there was no need to trouble the Good Doctor with such information. 

"Carry on, Rosegreen. I'll be back next week, so see if you can make headway on that, ah, special project we discussed." He pointed to a cage bolted to the laboratory wall outside the simulated home area, where a curvy Latin Brindle of middle years squirmed and screamed into its gag. "Ms. Gutierrez' birthday is coming up, and I'd like to surprise her." He turned and walked away, cape billowing in an unfelt breeze. 

"Very good indeed, sir." Rosegreen patted Waffles II (must do something about that name once I get it optimized, he thought absently) and walked toward the cage containing the quivering Latin Brindle. "You heard the man, cunt. Let's get you up to spec." The only response was a muffled scream.

Whistling quietly to himself, Professor Rosegreen went to work.