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Hard Time for the Prisoner

Part 3 Morning Start Routine

From Orientation for X

From Orientation for X.

 

III.  Daily Routine - Wake-up:  Send wake-up signal to prisoner’s sleep helmet.  (The sleep helmet monitors the prisoner’s brain waves.  This device has two purposes:  1) psychological, the prisoner has absolutely no privacy even in sleep, and 2) security, any escape will break the signal that the helmet sends to control.)

 

Look down into pit.  Prisoner will be inside it.  Tell prisoner to stand with hands raised above head in surrender mode.  Note that previous shift has left prisoner in the prescribed sleepwear.  (White sack dress to make her more visible in dim light.  Dress should leave arms visible below lower half of shoulder muscle, cleavage three inches below neck, and hem just above knee.)  Observe that her feet are bare and placed together with hobbles on, that the helmet has been placed at the foot of her cot, that she stands without slouching, and that her arms are fully erect and vertical with hands apart and extended to the full 8 inches that the sleep shackles on them allow.  Lower the hook into the pit.  Tell the prisoner to put the wrist chain over the hook.  Then raise her.

 

Lower prisoner onto platform above her cell pit.  Unshackle prisoner’s arms and legs.  (See General Procedure II-Bondage-3 above.)   Direct prisoner to remove her dress and stand naked.  These procedures result in pain in the hoist up and the humiliation of stripping and standing naked within minutes of having wakened. 

 

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It was only a dream!  I was a little girl again.  Papa and I were on the side of the hill above our village.  The breeze was just right.  The kite was so high; it was many feet above the ground!  Then Papa turned to me and held the string out to me.  “Here, you can take it now,” he said.  His face was beaming.  I took the string and ran and ran and ran.  Then I woke up.

 

I have a headache.  I always wake up with a headache.  There’s this awful thing I must wear on my head.  Now that I am awake, I must take it off.  I stand and raise my hands.  My bare feet ache on the cold cement.  All around me is cement.  I have on only a slip.  I have had no clothing over my arms or legs for such a long, long time.  Well, my slip does go down to my knees.  But under that, nothing.  Everything I wear is so drab and small.

 

I cry.  I can’t help myself.  I know I’m a big girl now.  I shouldn’t cry but I do.  I can barely look up to see the hook coming down.  It’s all just so awful!  I can’t stop crying.  O, God!  What have I done?  Whatever it was, it must have been something really bad!  I know it wasn’t praying.  That’s good, isn’t it?  It couldn’t my being a rebel against El Leader.  How could it be?  I didn’t do anything!  What was it I did?  I must be a really bad person to have a life like this.  I’m sorry, I’m so very sorry – whatever it was I did.

 

I imagine that somewhere in the universe there is a book that records all of my thoughts.  I can’t write; I’m not allowed to.  Not really.  That stupid stuff they make me write before they send me to this pit doesn’t count.  Somewhere out there is my invisible book where I can write my invisible thoughts.

 

In the meantime the hook has arrived and the guards are yelling at me.  I must concentrate on putting my chain over the hook and not cry at my helplessness as they raise me up.

 

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From Orientation for X.

 

III.  Daily Routine - Morning Prep:  In line with General Health Procedures described below, prisoner shall commence toiletries including brushing teeth and combing hair.  Medical Adjutant (MA) shall check prisoner and direct further actions by her at this point.  MA shall perform the day’s first tests of blood pressure and other vital signs.  Since prisoner is in unshackled state, guards shall grab hold of her wrists stretching her arms out in the crucifix position while medical tests are performed.  When MA concludes tests, guards may delay a few minutes before presenting her with her day’s underwear, shorts and top to let her humiliation sink in.

 

Egress from Sleep Area:  Once clothed, order prisoner to extend hands to receive cuffs.  Prisoner must face guard and extend her arms directly in front of her with no bending of elbows.  Hold cuffs directly in front of her face and order her to look at them.  This daily ritual shall impress on her mind that her life is in bondage to the state.  She shall stand there with her arms extended until she looks strait at the cuffs and says, “I accept these chains as the just punishment of the state.”  You then put the cuffs on the wrists, tighten them to the acceptable degree and allow her to lower her arms.  Cuff  her ankles.

 

Present her specially fitted blindfold.  It’s 1 inch wide thin design allows maximum exposure of the face (lack of privacy again).  Hold blindfold under the prisoner’s nose and make her gaze at it.  Then look directly at her.  Get in her face to emphasize the point.  Announce that you will now take away her sight.  Put the blindfold on top of her head.  Slowly lower it.  Adjust the plastic nose guard to prevent sight from the bottom of the eyes.  Do not adjust elastic band at the back of her skull.  It is especially fitted so as to prevent excessive headaches from too much pressure while preventing eyesight from slippage.

 

Stand stretcher behind prisoner.  Order prisoner to step directly backwards until head, back, but, and legs are directly touching stretcher.  Strap her in.  Buckle strap about her shoulders and upper chest.  Buckle strap just below her breasts.  Buckle strap about her hips.  Buckle strap above her lower thighs just above her knees.  Buckle strap about her ankles.  Place plugs in her ears.

 

Lower stretcher to floor.  Lift it up and carry her out of the dungeon.

 

Great care must be taken not to let the prisoner have any sensation of going up or out.  At night she is walked down the flights of stairs to impress upon her that for her everything is down.  Her cell is in a pit deep below ground.  Even though logically she must realize that to get back out she must have to be taken up, that thought must not be reinforced by any additional sensory input.  As far as she can tell, she is strapped to the stretcher and then unstrapped outside of the building.

 

Breakfast:  Once outside building set end of stretcher with prisoner’s head against wall so that body is at 45 degree angle to ground.  Remove earplugs.  Inform prisoner that you shall now feed her breakfast.  The meal will be found on the table next to her. 

 

Prisoner is aware that failure to eat and drink will result in MA forcing her to do so.

 

Before allowing her any sip of liquid or morsel of food you will order her to open her mouth.  It is usually best to begin with liquids (usually water). 

 

Touch glass to her lips.  Order prisoner to drink.  For liquids, prisoner shall use her lips to move glass to position where she can transfer sip to mouth.  She shall hold liquid and food items in mouth until you order to swallow. 

 

Touch food item to her lips.  Order prisoner to eat.  Prisoner will use lips and teeth to take food from fork or spook and chew.  Order her to swallow.

 

She is not allowed to swallow until she is ordered to do so.  Vary the length of time that she must have water or food at her lips or in her mouth to emphasize to her the extent her life is now totally controlled by us.

 

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I’ve been thinking a lot of the times when I was a little girl and Mama and Papa were still alive.  I would wake up and bounce out of bed.  Since our house had only one room, I could see Mama cooking.  There was a steaming bowl of cereal on my place on the table.  I scamper to my chair.  At his place at the table sat Papa smiling at me.  I dived into the cereal.  I was vaguely aware that we were poor but I never noticed.  Mama always put berries and sugar and a surprise – something else really, really good – in it.  Many times I ate really fast because when I see the sunbeam (only one, we had only one window) when the sunbeam was on the floor just 2 feet beyond Papa, I could hear the other children outside.  Mama said, “Now Maria you must not leave until you eat it all, the bread, too.”  So I would gobble it all up and bounce up and down in my chair.   Papa, would smile and say to Mama, “okay Theo” (her name was Theodora), “I think we can let her go now.”  And I would jump up and go outside to play.

 


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