"He who controls the past controls the future, and he who controls the present controls the past."
[This is announced by a gaunt, wide eyed young man, dressed in a black hoodie with a brown canvas jacket pulled over the top of it. He cracks a lopsided little smile, and gestures idly with one hand, as if waving the quote away.]
I don't think George Orwell meant that quite as literally as it applies here, what with wardens deals sending them zipping back in time to stitch the world up exactly as they want it, but what do I know? The man had foresight.
[Another grin, this time accompanied by an expressive, liquid shrug.]
But the thing that really gets me about this place? About the circumstances of our collective excision from society? Are the terms of release.
You graduate when some internal ticker swings their way. When, after months, or years, of mind altering psychological torture, they manage to eradicate your thoughtcrime.
And then, having rendered you unfit to return to whatever reality fucked you up in the first place, and having ensured your brand loyalty to the prison system? They offer you a job.
[He claps his hands slowly, big sarcastic applause for the Admiral.]
Well Congratu-fucking-lations. You know, as fucked as we know we are with all the earthly elite controlling our lives, I don't even think those David Icke Flat Earth Lizard kids could've guessed that this was going on as well.
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[This is announced by a gaunt, wide eyed young man, dressed in a black hoodie with a brown canvas jacket pulled over the top of it. He cracks a lopsided little smile, and gestures idly with one hand, as if waving the quote away.]
I don't think George Orwell meant that quite as literally as it applies here, what with wardens deals sending them zipping back in time to stitch the world up exactly as they want it, but what do I know? The man had foresight.
[Another grin, this time accompanied by an expressive, liquid shrug.]
But the thing that really gets me about this place? About the circumstances of our collective excision from society? Are the terms of release.
You graduate when some internal ticker swings their way. When, after months, or years, of mind altering psychological torture, they manage to eradicate your thoughtcrime.
And then, having rendered you unfit to return to whatever reality fucked you up in the first place, and having ensured your brand loyalty to the prison system? They offer you a job.
[He claps his hands slowly, big sarcastic applause for the Admiral.]
Well Congratu-fucking-lations. You know, as fucked as we know we are with all the earthly elite controlling our lives, I don't even think those David Icke Flat Earth Lizard kids could've guessed that this was going on as well.