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damned_institute2010-12-18 10:35 pm
toxicspiderman) wrote in damned_institute2010-12-18 10:35 pm
Night 53: Disciplinary Therapy Corridor
[from here]
"Of the times I've been up here voluntarily, a couple have gotten out before we got up here. Usually we have to cool our heels for a while." He shrugged, and then started unearthing unpleasant memories. The investigation pulled up nothing except the sneaking suspicion he could still smell SLUD-induced vomit in the cracks in the floor. "The other time, fuck if I know how long. Spider raided the drugs and the janitor's closet before passing out here."
"Don't try to kick these doors open. You'll break your leg. They're less normal than the rest of this place. The Frankensteins don't ever show on this side." A lot of people forgot that Frankenstein was the mad scientist, not the monster he created. Igor had achieved a cross-media cultural blitzkrieg that no one confused him with Abby Normal's. Just the top brass and their monster. Middle-level management strictly not liable. "Transporter doors, staff only. Have to be." He didn't have to add not to open them. Mello wasn't an idiot, even if he was getting way too into this for an impartial observer.
"Of the times I've been up here voluntarily, a couple have gotten out before we got up here. Usually we have to cool our heels for a while." He shrugged, and then started unearthing unpleasant memories. The investigation pulled up nothing except the sneaking suspicion he could still smell SLUD-induced vomit in the cracks in the floor. "The other time, fuck if I know how long. Spider raided the drugs and the janitor's closet before passing out here."
"Don't try to kick these doors open. You'll break your leg. They're less normal than the rest of this place. The Frankensteins don't ever show on this side." A lot of people forgot that Frankenstein was the mad scientist, not the monster he created. Igor had achieved a cross-media cultural blitzkrieg that no one confused him with Abby Normal's. Just the top brass and their monster. Middle-level management strictly not liable. "Transporter doors, staff only. Have to be." He didn't have to add not to open them. Mello wasn't an idiot, even if he was getting way too into this for an impartial observer.
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He wasn't going to explain that, for him, the lead-up had been just as bad as the actual 'treatment,' which had certainly been part of the point of doing it that way: let him stew in his helplessness, give him ample time to turn over in his mind what he could have done to prevent it. Let him conclude that there wasn't anything he could have done. Mello was sure they'd played S.T. the same way. Lab rats, the assembly-line impersonality of it all, the bland face of someone playing god not for ego's sake, but all in a day's work. Yeah, he could understand how that would get to the guy.
He took another look at the row of doors. Fuck's sake.
"What they do in there? It's the real point of this place, or part of it." But a piece only, to a picture the prisoners hadn't even been allowed to glimpse. Mello still had to wonder, resenting it all the while, if his certainty that they never would were the product of the bugs or the sane reaction to an impossible situation. Has to be the bugs, he told himself. You're the one who, when you're blocked into a corner, brings the goddamn walls down, remember?