12-02-2019, 03:22 AM
Unknown IntSec Facility
Alina woke with the noise of her cell door scraping open, as it had done so for the last week. Just as every other day last week, she was dragged out of her bed and to the interrogation cell she spent hours in, before being strapped into the chair.
She had trouble sleeping the last two days, and static white noise still droned in her mind. She noticed in her slightly-addled state, a man in a white labcoat standing inside of the room, alongside the usual interrogator.
"Good morning," she said sarcastically. "Here we go again."
The interrogator didn't respond, instead turning to the man in the labcoat. "I want an injection of Compound 1 - low dosage at first, we can scale it up if need be." Turning to her, he spoke. "We're going to be doing something different today."
"Oh are we?" She asked, her tone light although she was concerned about what they meant.
"Mhm." The man in the labcoat approached her, pulling out a bottle filled with a strange liquid and a syringe. Drawing some of it into the syringe, he rolled up the sleeve of her orange jumpsuit and stuck the needle in her, depressing the syringe. "It won't take long to start working."
She glanced at her arm, but didn't bother trying to struggle. In fact, she kept her facial expression looking bored, as if it didn't bother her in the slightest.
"Let's start with some basic questions. What year was the ISS founded?" He pulled out a sheet of paper and read from it.
"1973," she answered, sighing with boredom.
"Who founded the Kingdom of Shuell?"
"A male," she said, then laughed. "Sorry, bad joke."
"Yes. Give me the name of this man."
"Ludwig Stieler," she responded, still giggling a little.
The interrogator turned to look at the doctor, who nodded. "Right. What can you tell me you know about the Auroras?"
"I'm not an Aurora," she said automatically, then giggled a little.
"That's not what I was asking. What do you know about the Auroras?"
"Nothing," she said giggling. "I know nothing, and I won't tell you any of it."
He paused, looking annoyed under his thin facade of professionalism. "What do you know about Kerlile?"
"The Matriarchy... long live the Matriarchy," she mumbled a little.
"What was that?"
"Long live the Matriarchy!" She said louder.
"I see. Now, what do you know about the Aurora Program?"
"I was so young, you know. I can even remember it a little, the time before. Though the memories are like a dream, kind of messed up and wrong."
"Elaborate, please."
"I remember the first time I heard them mention the Aurora Programme. I was only three, they made it sound so exciting. But it wasn't really. It was bad," she stopped. "No, what have you done? I'm not meant to say that!"
"Sure you are, Ms. Kaufer. Keep talking."
"No..." she said. "This is wrong. I was taught not to..." she paused and then began to sing. “One male ran down the road one day, road one day, road one day. One male ran down the road one day somewhere far away.”
The interrogator gestured for the man to come closer to him. "How much did you inject her with?" He muttered. "The lowest possible dosage for it to be effective."
"What are you talking about? Don't you want to listen to my songs?" She smirked at them. "I know so many, enough to go for many hours."
"Nothing, Ms. Kaufer. Now, what were you telling us about the Auroras?"
"I'm not allowed to talk about that," she said stubbornly. "When I'm asked to talk about that, I sing. Row, row, row the boat, gently down the stream..."
"Can you say you aren't an Aurora?"
"No," she said. "I'm proud of what I am."
"I see." For a split second, a look of triumph flashes across his face. "So you are an Aurora?"
"Come on, you already knew that," she laughed.
"Congratulations. You just confirmed it for us."
"... shit," she said suddenly. "I'm not going to say anything else. It will be Christmas soon, yes? I met a Lauchenoirian kid on the street yelling about it. Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way..."
"I think this has been a productive day, don't you?" He pressed a button and called in the guards.
"... oh what fun it is to ride... what is it? I forget, I don't celebrate Christmas."
As like last time, she was dragged back to her cell - the compound wore off shortly after.
Alina woke with the noise of her cell door scraping open, as it had done so for the last week. Just as every other day last week, she was dragged out of her bed and to the interrogation cell she spent hours in, before being strapped into the chair.
She had trouble sleeping the last two days, and static white noise still droned in her mind. She noticed in her slightly-addled state, a man in a white labcoat standing inside of the room, alongside the usual interrogator.
"Good morning," she said sarcastically. "Here we go again."
The interrogator didn't respond, instead turning to the man in the labcoat. "I want an injection of Compound 1 - low dosage at first, we can scale it up if need be." Turning to her, he spoke. "We're going to be doing something different today."
"Oh are we?" She asked, her tone light although she was concerned about what they meant.
"Mhm." The man in the labcoat approached her, pulling out a bottle filled with a strange liquid and a syringe. Drawing some of it into the syringe, he rolled up the sleeve of her orange jumpsuit and stuck the needle in her, depressing the syringe. "It won't take long to start working."
She glanced at her arm, but didn't bother trying to struggle. In fact, she kept her facial expression looking bored, as if it didn't bother her in the slightest.
"Let's start with some basic questions. What year was the ISS founded?" He pulled out a sheet of paper and read from it.
"1973," she answered, sighing with boredom.
"Who founded the Kingdom of Shuell?"
"A male," she said, then laughed. "Sorry, bad joke."
"Yes. Give me the name of this man."
"Ludwig Stieler," she responded, still giggling a little.
The interrogator turned to look at the doctor, who nodded. "Right. What can you tell me you know about the Auroras?"
"I'm not an Aurora," she said automatically, then giggled a little.
"That's not what I was asking. What do you know about the Auroras?"
"Nothing," she said giggling. "I know nothing, and I won't tell you any of it."
He paused, looking annoyed under his thin facade of professionalism. "What do you know about Kerlile?"
"The Matriarchy... long live the Matriarchy," she mumbled a little.
"What was that?"
"Long live the Matriarchy!" She said louder.
"I see. Now, what do you know about the Aurora Program?"
"I was so young, you know. I can even remember it a little, the time before. Though the memories are like a dream, kind of messed up and wrong."
"Elaborate, please."
"I remember the first time I heard them mention the Aurora Programme. I was only three, they made it sound so exciting. But it wasn't really. It was bad," she stopped. "No, what have you done? I'm not meant to say that!"
"Sure you are, Ms. Kaufer. Keep talking."
"No..." she said. "This is wrong. I was taught not to..." she paused and then began to sing. “One male ran down the road one day, road one day, road one day. One male ran down the road one day somewhere far away.”
The interrogator gestured for the man to come closer to him. "How much did you inject her with?" He muttered. "The lowest possible dosage for it to be effective."
"What are you talking about? Don't you want to listen to my songs?" She smirked at them. "I know so many, enough to go for many hours."
"Nothing, Ms. Kaufer. Now, what were you telling us about the Auroras?"
"I'm not allowed to talk about that," she said stubbornly. "When I'm asked to talk about that, I sing. Row, row, row the boat, gently down the stream..."
"Can you say you aren't an Aurora?"
"No," she said. "I'm proud of what I am."
"I see." For a split second, a look of triumph flashes across his face. "So you are an Aurora?"
"Come on, you already knew that," she laughed.
"Congratulations. You just confirmed it for us."
"... shit," she said suddenly. "I'm not going to say anything else. It will be Christmas soon, yes? I met a Lauchenoirian kid on the street yelling about it. Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way..."
"I think this has been a productive day, don't you?" He pressed a button and called in the guards.
"... oh what fun it is to ride... what is it? I forget, I don't celebrate Christmas."
As like last time, she was dragged back to her cell - the compound wore off shortly after.
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