Post by AdminRhea on Feb 20, 2011 22:23:09 GMT -5
Welcome to the Hubbard Center for the Unfit, where you have been sent for various reasons. Perhaps you made your mother angry...perhaps you looked the wrong way at your grumpy uncle. Perhaps you killed your baby sister. Whatever the reason you are here, you are our property now and we'll do whatever we like with you. I would get used to it. Don't you dare try to call the authorities or escape, because you can't. There isn't a conceivable way.
Here at the Hubbard Center, we are in a special business. Trials of a special kind. We are trying to find new ways to treat people with just your kind of illness...and we need you to do it. All of our staff is ordered to report everything that they find, and we will test you and see if we can...err...help you. Let's make one thing clear right now; your pain is our money, and we will do nothing to ease it. We need you, and you need us, because no-one out there cares about you anymore. Please enjoy your stay here, because you don't really have a say in your feelings...that is, if your new treatments are working...
The Hubbard Center is housed in two three story buildings and one single story building. The first has the reception center on the first level and staff apartments on the subsequent two. The second has classrooms on the first floor and dorms on the subsequent two. The single story building is the test center, affectionately known as the lab.
Once you enter, you will be given our standard uniform of black pants and white shirt -- you will attend classes to appease the government, but your education is not what we really care about. We care about your lithe young bodies and your warped little brains the most here. At age eighteen you will become an adult and will no longer be useful to us. Goodbye. No rulebreaking will be tolerated. The staff can punish you any way they wish, and they aren't a kind bunch. The government pays us a large sum every month for your suffering, so they don't care about you...I think you've realized that no-one does.
You will be given pills twice a day and go to the lab twice a week for experimentation by our lab technicians. You may or may not survive these tests, but that is not our concern. Our concern is money and money alone.
There it is...your new life. If you make it to eighteen, you can resume your old one, but until then your life is ours.
I pity you, child.
Here at the Hubbard Center, we are in a special business. Trials of a special kind. We are trying to find new ways to treat people with just your kind of illness...and we need you to do it. All of our staff is ordered to report everything that they find, and we will test you and see if we can...err...help you. Let's make one thing clear right now; your pain is our money, and we will do nothing to ease it. We need you, and you need us, because no-one out there cares about you anymore. Please enjoy your stay here, because you don't really have a say in your feelings...that is, if your new treatments are working...
The Hubbard Center is housed in two three story buildings and one single story building. The first has the reception center on the first level and staff apartments on the subsequent two. The second has classrooms on the first floor and dorms on the subsequent two. The single story building is the test center, affectionately known as the lab.
Once you enter, you will be given our standard uniform of black pants and white shirt -- you will attend classes to appease the government, but your education is not what we really care about. We care about your lithe young bodies and your warped little brains the most here. At age eighteen you will become an adult and will no longer be useful to us. Goodbye. No rulebreaking will be tolerated. The staff can punish you any way they wish, and they aren't a kind bunch. The government pays us a large sum every month for your suffering, so they don't care about you...I think you've realized that no-one does.
You will be given pills twice a day and go to the lab twice a week for experimentation by our lab technicians. You may or may not survive these tests, but that is not our concern. Our concern is money and money alone.
There it is...your new life. If you make it to eighteen, you can resume your old one, but until then your life is ours.
I pity you, child.