Impressions on Iron Gates Chapter Twelve
Impressions on Iron Gates Chapter Twelve
Miss Hall teaches Lynx her first lesson
Now that the twelve-year-old from chapter ten has spent a night under the influence of sleeping-time psychic driving in audio form in the most comfortable space she has ever inhabited, she wakes up to a morning meal of dried meat, cheese, mashed’stuff’, and a reddish beverage. The utter misery and orphan desolateness she has lived in until now makes her feel like, for meals like this, she is willing to put up with a lot.
That last statement is one of the most salient in my mind as it relates to both the purposeful complete or relative misery in which the masses are kept, or in which a subject being trained for deranged obedience, such as in the army or other more nefarious environs in which brain washing is used to reprogram an organism (a ‘System’).
It makes you think of the investigations, both current and historical, regarding the disappearance and utilization of orphan children as resources and commodities. It makes you think of the 19th century campaign and social engineering to force as many mothers as possible to give their children up for adoption. It makes you think of the mass shipment of orphans worldwide as cheap labor for the burgeoning factory/industrial expansion of power.
We learn that our twelve-year-old is used to being called Lynx out in the wild. After she eats her meal, a couple of internal security guards come looking for her and escort her to an office. The first sign of strategic, programmed roughness comes from the guard, who, after arriving at the office, shoves her forward, something Lynx takes great offence with.
These internal urges to both fight arrogantly that are also tempered with a survival instinct, allowing her to bow her head down when she needs to in order to eventually get her way, are one of the markers that seed her rise. The ability to intelligently plot your ascent and the demise of your enemies in due time. The sign of a Borgia, let us call it.
The guards remain at the door. In comes a sixteen-year-old in a short jumper which, we are told, reveals muscular, well-trained legs. This is not just a potentially lewd statement for certain readers, but a clue about the organization, about the nature of the place you are in, and the fact that it is physical development and sharpness of mind that is emphasized.
She is Lynx’s superior, introduced as Miss Hall, who has come to give her an initial lesson and to provide her with study materials. The lesson takes the shape of a US Army Sargent scolding in that unique style of paradoxical nonsense barking of orders and inane statements designed to corner the mind of the recruit. Added to that is the humiliation of being thrown over the lap of the bigger girl, her panties pulled down, and harsh spanking session along with barked orders delivers.
Lynx is then let go, humiliated after having uselessly struggled to get away. Miss Hall never goes beyond the strictly prescribed. Meaning this is the controlled delivery of studied abuse mechanisms to shape the mind in aggression. Added to that, Lynx feels an unusual impulse towards violence boiling inside her, rage and something akin to elevated levels of energy, which we suspect comes from chemicals laced in the food she was given.
At least she is given a ream of books, some pencils, and a satchel to go with them. After the spanking session, Miss Hall returns to her initial familiar and friendly demeanor. A confused but quickly adapting Lynx receives them, still sunk into a sense of humiliation.
We call the attention to the reader that this is not the deplorable violence-and-suffering porn of the pathetic Peter Sotos, or of many other perverts. This is the representation of extreme behavioral training combining military-style delivery with ideas from other quarters, both speculative and historical, though mostly the latter.
The style and tenor of their delivery is, as we have emphasized before, one of reporting facts, and nothing is dwelled upon fanatically. There is a particular emphasis on the internal mental and emotional process of Lynx, the twelve-year-old. From the smallest and most colloquial aspects, such as her simple and comfy enjoyment in the pillow her head rests on the first night, as well as her delight in the rare treat of the breakfast given to her, all the way to the feelings of murderous rage and tear-filled humiliation as catalysts to her becoming something else.
We will learn that this is the way of the commandant’s cult.
And for those who need it spelled out, remember that the commandant’s cult is fictional, even though it is referencing a combination of US Army training, Khmer Rouge Communist cruelty, CIA MK-Ultra experimentation such as that applied through The Family Cult in Australia, and more occult references.
Let the reader beware and the smart discern.