PRISONER PROFILE
ID Number: EID- 1353
Assigned Position (check one):
[ ] Testing
[ ] Medical
[ ] R & D
[ X ] Containment
[ ] Disposal
[ ] Other: _____________
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Behaviour:
This is why we don’t have Bigger Bodies made with teenagers, least unwilling adults. The conditioning is a nightmare— and 1353 is no exception. We should have just handed off her frozen corpse to her parents, but we already had enough public attention after that accident with the tour that went though the dough sanction. Six conditioning attempts; and this will be the seventh— least we waste materials and let it rot.
During it’s time not spent moping in the corner of it’s cell or sleeping, it spends it screaming, pacing, or repeatedly bashing it’s horns into the cell door, which seems to be holding up well after the reinforcements put in place after it’s last jail break. (I would love to know who thought that giving this thing horns was a good idea.) Anytime that it is conversed with, it seems to struggle picking how it wants to feel, though this is assumed to be due to what seems to be constant elevated levels of stress, resulting in emotional dysfunction. These bouts of aggression and sudden depressive episodes began following the first conditioning attempt, where we lost three employees that I tolerated— to say the least I am not impressed.
The only thing I find tolerable about 1353 is despite being older than our usual subjects— it adapted astoundingly well to it’s new body, though that’s hard to tell if it’s really a blessing or a curse. I’m starting to wonder if taming a real sheep would be easier than this nightmare.
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Conclusion:
Leave it in it’s cell.
Starve it, even, maybe that will stop its irritating pacing. Put it on the waitlist for Corrective Procedures, and when I say corrective, they better be corrective.
Break its spirit. You’re smart people, I’m sure you can get creative. Maybe then, it’ll start to take in the conditioning. It’s intelligent, it’s aware. Use that. Take everything form it. Everything.
Once it knows its place, the rest will fall like dominoes.
Observer Signature:
Dr. Harley Sawyer
