The dark room was silent as Chip layed there, arms tied behind his back, a metal collar around his neck. He had a large piece of leather strapped over his visor. he was one of the next "pets" in line for sale. He heard the locked door swing open, and they latched a leash onto his collar. Chip was brought onto a stage, and he could hear the whimpers and cries of other protogens next to him. He stood there, tail tucked between his legs, his ears picking up the sounds of the conversations of the buyers.