INT. SURGERY - CONSULTING ROOM - DAY

DOCTOR STROUD sits behind his desk, an ancient wiry officious type 
with strong spectacles.  Seated opposite is MARIAN, an agitated 
svelte young lady.

                         STROUD
           Now, we have the results back from the
           tests we conducted last week.  I'm afraid
           it's not looking too promising.

                         MARIAN
           There's nothing to be done?  Nothing at all?

                         STROUD
           Your fetish is just too dangerous.  We've
           We've tried all the legal substitute fetishes,
           and none of them have stuck for long...

Marian smiles to herself momentarily, then goes back to listening.

           ...the statutes don't give us many more options.

                         MARIAN
           So what now?  Are there some pills I could take,
           make it so I want to do it no matter how?

                         STROUD
           I'm afraid that's not really possible.  We only
           have two choices.  You can submit to voluntary
           recycling.

Marian grimaces, clearly unimpressed.

           Oh, it wouldn't be so bad.  The data-centre is always
           looking for new brains.  I'm sure you'd be a wonderful
           processing-node.  The alternative is a complete
           personality replacement.

                         MARIAN
           Well, that doesn't sound quite so bad.

                         STROUD
           We'd build a whole new personality inside your
           head, completely replacing your existing one.
           You'd not really be yourself any more.

                         MARIAN
           Oh.  So that's like recycling me out and somebody
           else in?  I'm not seeing a lot to choose between,
           here...

Marian schemes.  Stroud sits back, waiting.

                         MARIAN
           When do I have to decide?

                         STROUD
           Ahh... by the end of tomorrow, it seems.  And
           we have to keep you under observation.  You know,
           precautions.

Marian schemes some more, a guilty look on her face.

INT. SEX CENTRE - LOBBY - DAY

Marian presents her ID card to the GUARD at the kiosk.  She's wearing 
a tight black dress and is carrying a riding-crop.

                         GUARD
           Right on time again, Susan.  In you go.

                         MARIAN (SUSAN)
           Of course, got to get your statutory sex.  

                         GUARD
           Some people try to avoid it, you know.  They
           have all sorts of excuses.  I even heard of
           one woman pretending she was only into some
           really dangerous fetish.  Can't see as how
           that would have got by the psychs.  I mean,
           they get right inside your head, they do.

                         MARIAN (SUSAN)

           That they do.

Marian takes back her ID card and goes on into the building.  We
catch a flash of her card as she tucks it away: Susan Stroud.