Alright alright darker question, what specifically did strex do? Like harm wise. As punishment? General? Fun?
Like, I imagine them with shock collars and branding irons and stuff like that. Are you branded? Do they have midevil-like torture devices? Whqt weapons did they use? Did they tear out your teeth or your fingers or wnythint like that? We're you ever shackled to your desk or punished cause you did something wrong? What happened? There's alot of things I can see them doing and I wanna know what they did/do do.
How do they keep you working? What if they don't? I'm really curious to know whqt they ORIGIONALLY did to brainwash you in the first place. Please smiley boi I need answers
Aren't we a nosy nelly? -chuckle-. I understand though. The inner workings of a successful and vast company are an enigma to those who aren't in the know.
Now, let's see, what can I remember? My time before my rebirtH is somewhat vague. Just classic faults of memory and age, certainly not trauma, why would you even suggest that?
When I first resisted all those years ago I was foolish enough to put this fragile body in the way of progress. Well, progress steamrolled right over me regardless and left me permenantly physically disabled - well, knees that are repeatedly broken to stop you running away don't tend to heal exactly right, you know?
Then I rEmember...light, brighter than bright...darkness, darker than dark...flashing images, droning voices, the name of the company told to me over and over...the same movements over and over to the thrum of their manifesto - and then, oh glorious! The ripping and tearing and biting and spilling of blood...holding onto someone's throat, I don't know who's and...
Well, I don't reaLly know what you mean by braInwashing unless you mean how they washed all my bad thoughts away. The collars certainly helped! Not just delivering helpful little shocks for misplaced actions and to hurry you to be on time for work, but also for your thought crimes until all the thoughts you had were sweet and company orientated - with Permissions to be pious towards a Smiling God of course - blessed be our Devourer.
It took me a while to get the hang of it. It took a while for a few of us. All that crying and fussing and calling for 'human rights' -chuckles again-. Some of us were helped to smile, either by hooks or by cuts! And the moment we could smile we could see the sun and our families again! Of course, some of us never did, which is a shame, but you know what they say if you can't contribute then you better get along to dying and decrease the surPlus population.
Not that I believe that any more...of course...it's hard to perceive my value outside of my work. I remember this being drilled into me, quite literally, quite a lot. And for a good few years I was chained to my desk - though of course it was long enough to give me access to a cot and toilet! Imagine that, never having to go home or out anywhere and someone bringing you all your meals right there in your office! I was so productive~ yes, you can get so much done when you love work. I didn't even really like to leave when I could and I never left Desert Bluffs.
Who would ever want to anyway? It was such a perfect place, so safe from the corruption of sloth that existed elsewhere. I'm sure other towns were perfectly nice, quaint even, but nothing like the metropolis that Desert Bluffs was. I miss it dearly, hopefully one day Desert Bluffs Too will have that well, too.
Strex was also extremely good at fixing the parts of you which you didn't even know were incorrect, like my eyes for example, the number and the function. I didn't know I wanted or needed them to replace my failing eyes with biomechanical ones or a tracking chip implanted into my brain but clearly I did because they did!
There's some...other stuff, which I'm not...well, it's impolite to talk about sex online to stranger isn't it?
Honestly it wasn't all that bad. I'm sure people have had it worse. Sometimes I like to stare into a mirror and practice that wider smile I was taught, to try and recapture that feeling of worth they gave me, and slowly the reflection stops smiling and shakes his head, a haunted look in his eyes as he comtemplates who we used to be...
Um...I...hope that answers your question, listener. Let's go to the weather!
