Indeed.

"Anyway, none of this gets us closer to getting out of here," June said. Meredith disagreed.

"I think it does, June. We're learning about what they did to me. That helps us understand what they're doing to you and gives us insight into their motives. After all, they said they wanted 'ataraxia in a can'."

"So they intend to duplicate the results on more people," June said. "Who and why would they want to turn into a dull, pacified moron?"

"I'm not a moron." Meredith's voice betrayed no sense that the insult bothered her. "I'm just thinking a little differently. As you can see, my analytical thinking is sharper than ever."

June leapt forward suddenly, her fist darting up in a fast jab. She stopped just short of Meredith's nose. Meredith didn't break eye contact.

"Where you put your fist is your business," June said without a hitch. "As long as it doesn't touch me."

June sat back with frustration. "Fuck! This is why we keep killing holy men. So you won't even flinch, let alone defend yourself. What else about you could they exploit?"

Meredith shrugged. "I suppose my lack of selfishness could be viewed by some as obedience," she told June. June gestured for her to continue, so she did.

"Well, for example, I give pretty good massages and I happen to know you need one." Meredith stood behind June and began working her shoulders. "It's no trouble at all for me to give you one, so I'm doing it. If you asked me to do something else that didn't cause me any problems, I'd probably do that too."

"You're saying you'll do whatever I say?" June asked. The massage felt incredible.

"More or less," Meredith responded as she put pressure on a knot under her right scapula. "Unless I have a good reason not to."

"Take off your shirt," June commanded. She felt Meredith's hands leave her back for a second and then Meredith's tee was on the ground in front of her. A flush crept into her cheeks. "Why did you do that?"

Meredith laughed. "You asked me to!"

"But you- ahh, that's good..." June grunted as Meredith found and began to knead another knot. "You're half-naked in front of all these cameras now. Isn't that a good reason not to?"

Meredith spun her around so the women were facing each other. Her smooth, round breasts hung heavy in her plain bra. "Only if modesty and shame were still concerns, and they're not. I don't care who sees me in what state anymore; it's just my body. We've all got one, and I feel neither pride nor shame in it. You seem to be enjoying it, at least..."

June realized she was staring. She quickly made eye contact, a blush creeping into her cheeks. "Sorry, Mere. It's just a little weird seeing you in your underwear."

"You asked for it," Meredith said playfully. "In fact, since you're so interested, why don't I give you a better view?"

Before June could object, Meredith had unclasped her bra and it was on the ground. June stared at her breasts as the fell out of the large cups unhindered. They bounced lightly before coming to a rest and June felt another twinge. Meredith shook them slightly with a smile and June blinked.

"Wait! What the fuck? I'm... why did you do that? I'm straight!" As she said this, she realized Meredith was gently running her fingers along the top of June's cleavage. She pushed the other woman back. "And you are too! Why are you acting like this?"

Meredith sat on the couch and June tried to ignore the motion it send through her chest. "I'm just responding to you. I was straight back when that mattered to me, but now I see the beauty and eroticism in everyone. And you've been sneaking peeks at my cleavage ever since you woke up, so I assumed you'd want to see them without clothes in the way."

"What? Why would I- I'm straight!" June protested again. Had she been glancing at her intern's chest? She tried to think.

Meredith chuckled. "We both were before we got here. They said they were going to do something to you. Did you think they were waiting for your consent? It's probably already started, whatever it is. You're the one who asked me to take off my shirt in the first place!"

"That was a fucking experiment!"

"Your first two experiments involved **** and nudity. You're angrier and more impulsive and you seem to be swearing more than usual, J." Meredith looked her over. "And you're a little looser with your posture."

"Ok, Mom." June scowled and raised a middle finger.

"For that matter, when's the last time you made that gesture? You're different already, and I think you're only going to get more different. So why not relax and enjoy it?"