"Why must the masses be so rowdy? They have an incessant need to dismantle any system the moment it becomes static, even if the system has done well by them." mused a female voice.
The sheep sat in a high-backed chair in front of a large, black, ornate desk. On the wall behind the chair was an expansive blue screen that illuminated the otherwise dark and empty room. Long red rugs were sprawled along the floor.
She spun around in her chair, facing her desk. She picked up the prototype pellet gun in her cloven hand.
"Maybe these little reminders will help them realize the importance of the systems in place. A few maulings here and there will raise racial tensions, and the populace will cling even tighter to the protection that Sybil provides."
She aimed the gun across the room at nothing in particular. "Poor Lionheart. You served your purpose as pawn admirably. Scare the masses by having someone so rich and powerful fall into madness. Intimidate them with the possibility of your weaponry, only to be squashed by the might of ZPD agents. To prove the power of our wonderful system."
Chief Dawn Bellwether let out a satisfied sigh.
"Fear always works." Her eye gleamed neon blue for a moment.
She pulled up a file on her computer of Inspector Judy Hopps. "And what an interesting case you have proven to be, Miss Hopps. Always so clear. And, apparently, not afraid to step a bit out of line. We'll be keeping an eye on you."