each step she takes. With her head held high, her presence demands respect. While Roderick gives off an air of authority, I get a different sense from Dr. Kendall, like an air of intelligence. If she and Roderick had a battle of minds, there is no doubt in my mind that she would win. With Dr. Kendall here, Roderick’s presence makes more sense. I wonder how often they work together and if they have a mutual respect for one another. Roderick’s behavior is savage and beastly like a rabid dog, while Dr. Kendall is serious and refined. Dr. Kendall says something to Roderick, I’m not sure what, and he jumps to attention, ready to follow orders. I can clearly see that he is the dog and Dr. Kendall the master. He is at her disposal to follow her every command.
“What you are about to witness is what we call a draining," explains Dr. Kendall. “When a pure blood dies, so does the clone. If your pure blood is dead, our society has no use for you anymore, so we drain you of all your blood.” As she speaks, her demeanor never falters. All business, all the time. It is as if she is unaware of how much suffering she commands with such ease. “If you want to stay alive, you had best make sure your pure blood stays alive. Your survival depends on the survival of your pure blood."
Two Enforcers bring out an old man wearing no clothing save his red boxer shorts. The moment he sees the Reddix, he starts to struggle. However, it is no use. The two Enforcers holding him are much stronger and he is old and frail. There is no point in him trying to put up a fight, but he does. He struggles all the way to the Reddix. They must plan to place the poor man in the box and he must know what is going to happen once he is in there.
Dr. Kendall walks over to the Reddix and places her hand, palm down, on one of the glass sides. A red grid appears and encompasses her hand. It makes a sound like it is scanning the foreign object placed on its surface. “Access granted” resonates in the form of a female robotic voice from the Reddix. An opening, the shape and height of a standard door, opens, raising the piece of glass upwards. It blended in so perfectly to the rest of the frame, one would never know it was there. The Enforcers holding onto the old man throw him into the contraption and the glass door slides back down, trapping him inside. He runs to the glass opening and slams his balled fists against the hard substance, as if beating his fists against it would cause the door to reopen.
"NO!" he screams in horror. He looks around the room, like he is searching for someone to save him from the torture that is sure to come.
"Please," he begs. "I have information.....I know things....please..." All of a sudden, we hear a noise as if something at the top of the Reddix is opening. The man looks up in horror as six white long thick cords, or tubes, I’m not sure which, slither out of the ceiling. There is something attached to the end of each one, a silver needle-like point that looks incredibly sharp and huge. The needles have to be at least six inches in width and length. The old man stands in terror, frozen in place. He stares at one of the cords. The white cord raises up its needle the way a snake would raise its head to study its prey. The other cords all around him make the same movements as the one at which he is staring. He does’nt seem to notice the other ones and keeps his gaze focused on the one in front of him. As if he had all of a sudden been freed from his paralysis, he moves to the left. The cord in front of him moves with him. The old man then moves to the right, the cord still following him in swift movements. The cord, in its entire snake like demeanor, rears back, like it is about to strike, its pointed end jutting out in the direction of the man. In one fast, smooth motion, the cord attacks and hits the man in his jugular. As if taking a cue from their leader, the other cords follow suit; two attack through his boxers
“What you are about to witness is what we call a draining," explains Dr. Kendall. “When a pure blood dies, so does the clone. If your pure blood is dead, our society has no use for you anymore, so we drain you of all your blood.” As she speaks, her demeanor never falters. All business, all the time. It is as if she is unaware of how much suffering she commands with such ease. “If you want to stay alive, you had best make sure your pure blood stays alive. Your survival depends on the survival of your pure blood."
Two Enforcers bring out an old man wearing no clothing save his red boxer shorts. The moment he sees the Reddix, he starts to struggle. However, it is no use. The two Enforcers holding him are much stronger and he is old and frail. There is no point in him trying to put up a fight, but he does. He struggles all the way to the Reddix. They must plan to place the poor man in the box and he must know what is going to happen once he is in there.
Dr. Kendall walks over to the Reddix and places her hand, palm down, on one of the glass sides. A red grid appears and encompasses her hand. It makes a sound like it is scanning the foreign object placed on its surface. “Access granted” resonates in the form of a female robotic voice from the Reddix. An opening, the shape and height of a standard door, opens, raising the piece of glass upwards. It blended in so perfectly to the rest of the frame, one would never know it was there. The Enforcers holding onto the old man throw him into the contraption and the glass door slides back down, trapping him inside. He runs to the glass opening and slams his balled fists against the hard substance, as if beating his fists against it would cause the door to reopen.
"NO!" he screams in horror. He looks around the room, like he is searching for someone to save him from the torture that is sure to come.
"Please," he begs. "I have information.....I know things....please..." All of a sudden, we hear a noise as if something at the top of the Reddix is opening. The man looks up in horror as six white long thick cords, or tubes, I’m not sure which, slither out of the ceiling. There is something attached to the end of each one, a silver needle-like point that looks incredibly sharp and huge. The needles have to be at least six inches in width and length. The old man stands in terror, frozen in place. He stares at one of the cords. The white cord raises up its needle the way a snake would raise its head to study its prey. The other cords all around him make the same movements as the one at which he is staring. He does’nt seem to notice the other ones and keeps his gaze focused on the one in front of him. As if he had all of a sudden been freed from his paralysis, he moves to the left. The cord in front of him moves with him. The old man then moves to the right, the cord still following him in swift movements. The cord, in its entire snake like demeanor, rears back, like it is about to strike, its pointed end jutting out in the direction of the man. In one fast, smooth motion, the cord attacks and hits the man in his jugular. As if taking a cue from their leader, the other cords follow suit; two attack through his boxers
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