Trapped in a cage beneath onion-like layers of concrete, a chimpanzee starts to whine. It’s handler stamps out the already fading memories with a sharp rattle of the cage door.
“Be quiet!” he hissed “I’m not putting up with you all night again, you’re not going back so just deal with it.”
The creature crawled into the corner of it’s new world, cold and alone it drifted in and out of an uncomfortable sleep.
In the morning it would be forced to ingest a new drug used to treat mild cases of acne; it will react badly to the medicine. Around midday it will develop a rash on it’s feet. By seven o’clock it will be dead, on it’s way to the incinerator; it’s replacement is already on the way.