Recalibration
Monday 15th July, Story #197/366
There's only one sentence, now. If you're Guilty, like me, you go to a Recalibration Centre, like this one.
I've seen pictures of where they used to send criminals. This looks different. It's tall, shiny, and white. It looks like a hospital had a hate baby with a cathedral, and the resulting offspring got a mishmash of soulless characteristics.
There's lots of glass. Weird, you wouldn't think glass is secure.
I think it's part of the headfuck. "We'll put you in a glass house, and you still won't get out."
I sip my Dr Pepper. The bus rolls up the to barrier. The driver does whatever he has to do to get us inside. This bit is secure, but it's to stop people getting in. To protect us. There was an incident a few years ago where someone got in. Someone very angry, who didn't think Recalibration was bad enough for somebody. It got messy.
We shuffle in a line, chains clinking. Won't need them much longer.
There aren't many of us.
Once inside, we all look up and around, trotting along, our heads swinging like cattle. It's got that antiseptic smell.
It's open-plan. We see people being Recalibrated. It's... unnerving. My eyes rake over the the rows of them, going all the way up the walls. Each one still as a mannequin.
They aren't given anything so dignified as underwear. Skin-coloured tape is bandaged around certain bits. Somehow, this seems nearly as bad as being nude.
The seed of an idea blooms in my mind. That's the punishment, the deterrent. Not the Recalibration itself. That's just a means to end, a way to make dead certain of a zero percent reoffending rate.
The man in front of me steps through the metal detector. His belongings are boxed up, and numbered to match his wristband. He goes into a tiny cubicle. He's wheeled out. Naked, bandaged, and staring like those other poor fucks on the walls. We watch them shave his head, attach the electrodes, and wheel him to his spot. He's hoisted into place slowly.
My turn. I need to pee. I feel hot, scared, and groggy. I stagger into the cubicle. Everything goes black.
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Word count excluding note: 366
Submitted on Monday 15th July at 23:00
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Comments (14)
Damn this was creep LC!! Loved it!! Great work!!
This is fucking brilliant, dystopia meets a version of hell and no one is innocent. Simply beautiful, kudos!
"... like a hospital had a hate baby with a cathedral" --- worth the price of admission with that phrase alone!
You've been tapping into the dystopian really well! Nice work, LC!
You set the scene so well and built the intrigue effectively! Want to know what happens next and what the narrator did to be sentenced to recalibration
This is really intriguing, I want to know more.
Oooo, this was so suspenseful! I loved it!
It’s strange. Whenever you write these dystopian tales, I feel like they’re so real and we’re not far off it. Great work.
That’s very Orwellian and scary, LC!
Replacing prisons with purgatory. Clever as hell, LC!
I love how you used the main character's limited perception and understanding to help you world build. Great story!
Taped and stuck to a wall, not my idea of a good time. Great story, L.C.
Oh, I need a part two. This is great.
Oh this just made my skin crawl. The nude tape just short-circuited my mind for some reason, lol. Great descriptions!