Chapter 15 Part Two (5)

Other horrific footage I was forced to watch that day, brethren, I don't want to describe.This thought-provoking Dr. Brodsky, Dr. Brannon, and other white coats, and remember this girl who turned the knob and looked at the instrument, must be dirtier than any prisoner in the State Prison.It stinks.It never occurred to me that someone would even come up with the idea of ​​making a movie of what I was forced to watch, and tie me to a chair with my eyes wide open.I had no choice but to yell and ask them to turn it off, to turn it off, which muffled the fights and teasing a little bit, lowered the background rendering music, and I finally finished the last movie, Dr. Brodsky I yawned and said in a bored tone: "I think it's fine for the first day, what do you think, Dr. Brannon?" At this moment, you can imagine my relief.The lights came on and I sat there with Gulliver thumping like a great pain-making engine, mouth dry and spittle profuse, feeling like I could vomit every morsel I've had since weaning, brethren. "Okay," Dr. Brodsky said, "you can put him back in his bunk." Then he patted me on the shoulder and said, "Okay, okay, a good start," with a big smile on his face, and then He staggered out, followed by Dr. Branon; but Dr. Branon smiled sympathetically at my dear friend, as if he had nothing to do with it all, and was as involuntary as I was.

Anyway, they freed me from my chair, let go of the skin over my eyes, and I could blink again, and I closed my eyes, my brethren, Gulliver was still aching and throbbing; I got into the wheelchair and sent back to the small bedroom, the attendant who pushed the wheelchair was humming twittering pop music desperately, which made me growl, "You shut up," but he just smiled and said, "Never mind, friend, ’ Singing louder.I was lifted into bed and lay down, still feeling nauseous and unable to sleep, but soon started to feel in my heart, soon I could start to feel, I might start to feel slightly better soon.At this time, steaming hot tea was brought, and there was a lot of milk and sugar. As soon as I drank it, I knew that the terrible nightmare was over and over.Then Dr. Brannon entered, smiling broadly, and said:

"Hey, by my calculations, you should be starting to feel back to normal. Right?" "Sir," I said to him warily.I haven't figured it out yet, what does he mean by "computing"?I think going from nausea to recovery is a personal thing, what does that have to do with "computing"?He sat down on the edge of the bed and said in a very friendly and buddy way: "Dr. Brodsky is very satisfied with you. Your response is very positive. Of course, there are two sessions tomorrow, morning and afternoon. I guess you will feel a little listless at the end of the day, but we have to be strict and we must treat you Heal." I said:

"You mean, I have to be patient to see-? You mean, I have to watch--? No," I said. "It's horrible." "Of course it is," said Dr. Brannon with a smile. "Violence is a terrible thing. You are learning that. Your body is learning." "But," I said, "I don't understand. I don't understand the nausea I just had. I've never felt nausea before. I used to feel the exact opposite. I mean, I used to do that or see that, It's all very good. I just don't know why, or how, or what—" "Life is a very wonderful thing," said Dr. Branon in a very holy tone. "The process of life, the structure of the human organism, who can fully understand these miracles? Of course, Dr. Brodsky is a genius, you What's happening to you is the normal reaction of the healthy human organism to watch evil forces break the rules. You're being made to be mentally healthy and physically healthy."

"I'm not going to have that," I said, "and I'm never going to understand it. What you're doing makes me very, very uncomfortable." "Are you feeling sick right now?" he asked, still looking friendly. "Tea, rest, a quiet chat with a friend—you must be feeling well?" I listened carefully to the pain and the gag in Gulliver and the body, and sure enough, brethren, I felt so good, I even wanted to eat supper, "I don't understand," I said. "You must have done something to make me uncomfortable." Thinking about it, I couldn't help frowning.

"Uncomfortable in the afternoon," he said, "because you're getting better. Our healthy people's reaction to abominable things is fear and nausea. You're recovering, that's the way it is. By this time tomorrow, you'll be getting healthier. "Then he patted my leg and went out, and I was trying my best to figure the whole thing out, and it looked like, like, some wires on my body were causing my discomfort and it was all a prank what.I'm still thinking about all this, I don't know if I should refuse to stick to the chair tomorrow?Do you want to start a fight with them?Because I want human rights.Suddenly, another person came to see me.He was a smiling old man who claimed to be a release officer, and he brought a lot of papers.he asks.

"Where do you want to go when you get out?" I didn't think about it at all, and it's only now that I suddenly realize that I will be free soon.Then I realized that things only work out the way they want to be done, not fighting, shouting, rejecting, or anything like that.I say: "Oh, I'm going home. Back to my P and M." "Your—" He didn't understand Nacha's strange words, so I explained: "Parents in the cozy apartment." "Got it," he said, "when was the last time the parents came to visit?" "A month ago," I said. "Nearly a month. For a while they stopped visiting days because a prisoner smuggled explosives from his woman through barbed wire, shit pranks, messed with the good guys, got everyone involved, so it's been a while since the last visit It's been a month."

"Got it," said the man. "Have your parents been notified that you have been transferred and will be released soon?" The word "release" sounds particularly sweet.I say: "No," I went on. "That's a surprise for them, isn't it? I just walked in through the door and said, I'm back and free again. Yeah, it's nice." "Yeah," the release officer said, "let's call it a day, as long as you have a place to live. Oh, and your job, right?" He showed me a big list of jobs I could do, But I thought, hey, there's plenty of time to think about it.Take a little vacation first.I could do a robbery job as soon as I was out and stuff my pockets with money, but it had to be done carefully, and I had to do it alone.Don't trust the so-called buddy anymore.So, I told the guy to take his time thinking about work and talk about it another day.He said yep yyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy off off then he's acting weird, and now he's giggling and saying, "Before I go, do you want to punch me in the face?" I guess I didn't catch it, so I asked :

"Oh?" He giggled, "Before I leave, do you want to punch me in the face?" I frowned and asked in great confusion: "why?" "Oh," he said, "just to see how you're doing." He brought his face closer and his lips parted in a big smile.So, I clenched my fist and threw it at this face, but he retracted immediately, still smiling, his fist only hit the air, it was really inexplicable, when he laughed and left, I frowned.Then, brethren, I feel nauseous again, just like in the afternoon, but only for a few minutes, and then it subsides quickly, and when they bring supper, I find that I have a good appetite, and I am ready to eat roast chicken, but the old man's It's funny to be punched in the face, and it's funny to feel that disgusting.

When I fell asleep that night, it was more funny, brethren.I had a nightmare. It is conceivable that the content is the movie I saw in the afternoon. Sleeping dreams or nightmares are just movies in Gulliver, but people seem to be able to enter the dream and participate in it. This is what happened to me. matter.It was a nightmare about the end-of-afternoon footage of grinning boys being super-violent to a little girl who was screaming in a pool of red blood with her platties stripped off, which was hilarious.I was laughing and teasing in it, dressed in nachachi fashion, and acted as the leading man.Just as the fight and push and fuck were in full swing, I felt numb and wanted to puke, the other boys were laughing at me, and then I struggled to wake up, stepping on my own blood, small bucket, medium bucket Yes, the vat of blood, and finally returned to the bunk in the room.I felt like throwing up, so I shivered out of bed and went to the bathroom down the hall.But, behold, brethren, the door was locked.As soon as I turned around, I noticed for the first time that there was a security cage on the window.So I went to get the spittoon from the bedside cupboard, realizing there was no getting around it.Worse still, I dared not go back to my sleeping Gulliver.I soon discovered that I didn't want to vomit, but I was too scared to go back to my bunk to sleep.Soon I fell asleep with a snap, and haven't dreamed since.