“I said… If it’s a lobotomy, then I refuse to have it!”
“Y-you… you can do any other procedure you want. I don’t even care. I’ve let you operate on plenty of my brain before. But… but not this. If you thought I wouldn’t realize that’s what you meant to do, well, I have. And I won’t let you do it.
“I refuse to become even less of a person than I already am. And I… I-I’m warning you, Daddy… If you lobotomize me, I’ll still retain one thought. Every lobotomized victim keeps something in their heads, something important or happy or memorable that keeps them trudging through their sluggish haze.
“Do you know what my one thought will be?
“I-if you lobotomize me… I’ll make sure my single thought is to kill you.
“And one day, while you least expect it, I’ll gather the coherency and the energy to do it, too.
“So I’m… I-I’m giving you fair warning. I’ll know if you’ve done it, even if you lie right now. But if… if you honestly promise — because I know your patterns, and most of your promises are lies — that the procedure you have in mind isn’t a lobotomy, then I’ll go with you. I’ll drink my tea and I’ll cooperate. But if I wake up as a doll, or if you tell me right here and now that w-what I fear is what you’re intending, then I will fight. I will fight tooth and nail.”
She’s sobbing breathlessly and trying her best not to hiccup. She maintains her tone as steady and low as possible.
“…I’ve forgotten enough already,” she adds quietly. “Don’t make me forget everything altogether.”
A look of rage fills Ghost's eyes, that previously stern frown disappearing. The corner of his eye twitches, an before he knows what he's done, Ghost has slapped Audrey across the face, holding her by the collar of her shirt. "Don't you EVER talk back to me, specimen. You and 73-D don't realize how /easily/ I could destroy you. "
Good morning, Audrey. Are you ready f-- were you in 73-D's room just now?
She spins around after coming down the corridor from the mutated boy’s room, just about to turn and head toward her own.
“…!! N-no, no… I… I went to the bathr—” She looks him in the eyes, briefly, and loses her resolve to lie. One day she’ll be able to do it: she’ll believe in herself enough to lie to his face, and maybe even get away with it. Today is not that day. “Yes, sir. I was.” She looks down, hair hanging in her face. “I’m ready for my next round of tests, please.”
*He grins at her enthusiasm, giving a small nod* And I want you to excel. You're a grey scientific achievement, my dear. But you're not perfect. And you're still quite far from it. I'd like you to continue going through the tests I've given you. And until you get them perfect, there's to be no food. Am I understood, Audrey?
Well.. I'm afraid you didn't do very well on your last psychological course.. Tsk tsk, these results are /very/ disappointing, Audrey.
She bows her head. “Yes, sir. I’m sorry, sir. How shall I improve?” she asks, lifting her head. “I want to pass. No, scratch that; I-I want to excel, like you do. Tell me what I need to do before my next exam, and I’ll work very hard to make you proud, Daddy.” And she smiles weakly.