Notallzoos, but most.
They’re not my thing.
Protected parks that getbrandedzoos?
My thing.
Natural habitats like this where there are acres and acres of land for the animals to live wildly yet safely while also allowing scientists to studymolecular genetics, reproductive physiology and patterns, nutrition, reintegration, plant micro propagation, and conservation medicine as well as non-invasive healing techniques for injured creatures?
So.My.Thing.
Metal bars, barely any room to move, no purpose other than to give kids a place to visit during school field trips or shitty summer vacay?
No.
Fuck.No.
I’m actually –anonymously– on some random zoo terrorist watchlist last I checked, although I prefer to think of myself as a animal rights activist.
Here’s the tea.
Zoos thatpoorlytake care of animals deserve to shut down and have those animals moved to better institutes.
Salay fights for the ocean.
I fight for nature.
You know.
When I’m not working on whatever encryption cracking task Ravencroft or one of her also well-paying associates is requesting.
I honestly don’t mind picking up work on the regs for the syndicate.
Again.
They pay really fucking well.
Plus, it allows me to do cheap shit when it comes up.
Like just last week when Garcia asked could I dig up some shit on this poor divorced mom of three’s MLB ex who didn’t wanna pay her child support because he’d rather buy her replacement a new pair of tits and labiaplasty.
Yeah.
Real thing.
Odd thing.
Nonetheless, not more important than making sure your kids have enough money for hockey gearandChristmas presents.
Digging up shit on him barely took an afternoon, but Garciainsistedhe charge me for something on the company’s dime.
I let him take me lunch.
Thenhave meafter lunch in his office.
Most of the people there are used to seeing my face now and even welcome it.
Only a couple sneer at the idea of all three of us being a thing, but I don’t let it get to me.
