Bioshock Infinite Mind in Revolt Joe Fielder PDF

Table of Contents
Foreword
PRIVATE JOURNAL TRANSCRIPT -
Friday, May 7th, 1909
Saturday, May 8th, 1909
INTERVIEW TRANSCRIPT - Sunday,
May 9th, 1909
INTERVIEW TRANSCRIPT - Monday,
May 10th, 1909
Monday, May 10th, 1909
INTERVIEW TRANSCRIPT - Tuesday,
May 11th, 1909
INTERVIEW TRANSCRIPT -
Wednesday, May 12th, 1909
INTERVIEW TRANSCRIPT - Thursday,
May 13th, 1909
Afterword
The Psychology of Dissent
Interviews with The Anarchist
Daisy Fitzroy
by Dr. Francis Pinchot
Foreword and Afterword by
Dr. P. Pettifog, M.D.
Head of Cognitive Betterment
Comstock House Re-Education Center
Foreword
Though I was never fortunate enough to meet Dr.
Pinchot face-to-face, having spent much time
immersing myself in his recorded journals and
studying the raw data of his research, I feel I know
the man more than most.
By such measure, I believe myself qualified to say
that, though Pinchot was an imperfect fellow—one
who some among us would even stoop to call
“traitor”—his work would go on to benefit our fair
city far more than any subversive thoughts or actions
would ever harm it.
Were he still alive today, I am confident that we
could help him. His studies have seen to that.
I will not endeavor much further to introduce the man
or his work, as these transcripts of his personal logs
and interviews with his research subject—the vile
anarchist and Vox Populi leader Daisy Fitzroy—do
both better service than my meager talents ever
could.
But if I may ask one thing as you read these pages, it
would be to not judge Pinchot too harshly. He was a
brave and true explorer, not of savage land or
deepest ocean, but of the mind within. He sought to
understand and treat the rebel inside all of us. And it
would come to be the death of him.
Remember that his flaws are our own, but thanks to
him, need be no longer.
Yours in everlasting glory,
PRIVATE JOURNAL TRANSCRIPT
Friday, May 7th, 1909
DR. PINCHOT
Even old, snake-tongued Lincoln would be hard-
pressed to defame the quality and pace of work
accomplished at Comstock House of late.
In the time since our city’s glorious secession from
The Sodom Below, we are no longer so constrained
by the smallest minds of Congress. Father
Comstock’s bold act freed our research; I dare say
that it is not for nothing our Great Prophet is
considered such a man of vision. Who else but one
capable of launching a city in the sky could help
further our goals of exploring man’s inner creature—
and taming it?
We have come far in such short time. But still, it is
not enough.
Because it is our duty to raise up the lesser man, the
weaker man, the craven. As we have in us all this
rebel, this devil inside, and by helping him free of it,
so we may help ourselves.
For in many ways, we in Columbia may be far above
the lowly worker in the field or godless cannibal in
the jungle, but in some, not at all. Even as every man
knows innately how to pray to God—even one born
with a bone through his nose—it is sad truth that we
all know how to sin, as well.
In some, this trait is more readily apparent than
others. And these men must be studied, examined,
interviewed… whatever the means necessary to
discover if it is by way of traumas in their past, as the
psychopathologist might say, or if they are instead
born this way, as those in eugenics contend, or if they
are endowed this trait by some unknowable thought
of the Creator.
Then, quickly following this understanding, will
come the development of treatment.
Some in my field may be content to dodder along,
publishing papers and engaging in idle departmental
gossip with their colleagues, but to accomplish so
little in life is not for me. I have a pressing need to
see mankind free of sin with mine own eyes.
So you may imagine how my heart leapt in my chest
today, upon reading that Daisy Fitzroy—infamous
malcontent and captain of the Vox Populi—had been
captured by authorities in Finkton.
A case study on one so low… the foul murderer of
our sainted Lady Comstock…an anarchist intent on
ripping Columbia free from the sky… may provide
exactly the breakthrough we need.
I have begun the necessary paperwork to have her
remaindered into my custody…
I pray to Father Franklin hourly for our success. May
he open our eyes to The Mystery and allow us to
discern the transmundane.
Saturday, May 8th, 1909
DR. PINCHOT
I have not made many friends in the police
department on this day, but I regret this fact little if at
all.
Though Fitzroy was due to be delivered to me at
Comstock House this coming Monday morning, I
visited the station where she was held early this
afternoon.
The scene I beheld there was deplorable. As I
entered the interrogation room, it appeared as if a
low banquet or base debauch was wrapping…
Several officers sat at a full table set with
sweetbreads, fruit, and wine, eating and drinking in a
relaxed, congenial manner. Members of a small band
staggered the room, playing loudly and in discordant
fashion. By their state of inebriation and shabby
dress, I fear they may not have wholly comported
themselves as gentlemen where a female, even one of
African descent such as Fitzroy, is considered.
What’s more, the area around the prisoner was
bathed in bright light from above… the anarchist
gagged and fastened to a chair tilted back above a tub
of murky water… tubes dripping fluid hung above,
attached to stalactites of sparking crystals; no doubt
all techniques spawned from the darkest fathom of
some Oriental mind.
I set in on those present so intensely that the officer
responsible for her case was soon brought before me.
This Detective Garrett was fit to be tied by my early
visit and demand for her immediate transfer to
Comstock House, and he addressed me
inappropriately on repeated occasion.
When asked why she was treated so deplorably,
Garrett related the names of several officers whom
the Vox Populi had killed and the brutal manner of
the death of each. Surely, I contended, this small-
framed Negro was not responsible for all of this. He
laughed in my face and asked why I supposed she’d
been gagged in the first place.
In the end, my requests were met due to the weight of
the name of my employer. They worship the Prophet,
even down in Finkton. I was set on my way with the
prisoner and considerable armed escort.
Though she was present for the entire exchange, my
only interaction with Fitzroy before leaving was
brief. When they removed her gag, she locked eyes
with me. I expected a curse or spittle, but she thanked
me quietly.
It was not lost on me that the only politeness I was
shown this day was by the anarchist.
INTERVIEW TRANSCRIPT
Sunday, May 9th, 1909
DR. PINCHOT
—fear we were not formally introduced earlier…
My name is Dr. Pinchot. I am head researcher here at
Comstock House and have a few questions to put to
you. The more forthcoming that you are, the more it
will benefit society.
[Sound of papers fluttering.]
Note: Interview with the subject to follow a listing of
her crimes.
Murder… the direct deed or in support, thereof…
public speech and publication of printed materials
promoting the establishment of unionization, strike,
public assembly, dissent, and general undermining of
authority of government, Prophet and natural law… I
believe much of that is in reference to your manifesto,
The People’s Voice , which I have a copy of here.
Incitement of riot… transportation of firearms
between city boroughs … manufacture of explosive
materials…
It goes on like that for some time, but I believe that to
be sufficient background for our conversation today.
These files do not note the total number of incidents
—undoubtedly that would be staggering—but do list
dates… It began years ago with your foul murder of
our sainted Lady Comstock… bless her and keep
her… of whom you were employed by in her
household as a servant. The rest follows… hmm…
several weeks later.
From maid to malcontent over the course of, it
appears, a single month. Or were there… hmm…
earlier incidents of which we simply are not yet
aware…
Let me ask you, Miss Fitzroy, when did you first
identify yourself as an anarchist?
DAISY FITZROY
[Silence.]
DR. PINCHOT
Note: Subject refuses to speak.
Well, let’s see if you address that particular point
within The People’s Voice…
[Sound of papers fluttering.]
Hmm… Nothing, I’m afraid…
Let me read a few selections, and you may feel free
to interrupt if anything inspires you to comment.
"You had their knife in your back since the day you
were born…"
Seems like a rather dramatized view of service, I
should think.
Anything to add?
DAISY FITZROY
[Silence.]
DR. PINCHOT
Very well.
[Sound of pages turning.]
"It falls on us, since those before did so little…
They bowed their heads and took the lash. Well,
we'll take it no longer…"
Is that what Lady Comstock did? Did the sainted
Lady whip you?
DAISY FITZROY
[Silence.]
DR. PINCHOT
Yes, I should think not…
"They say I foment violence… But that's a lie. I only
ask you react to it. Only a fool endures an unjust
lash…"
So, you advocate revenge? What about turning the
other cheek? Is there not the example of the Prophet
and Lady Comstock; the example of forgiveness?
When exactly did you lose your faith in the Angel
Columbia, the Founding Fathers, and Father
Comstock?
DAISY FITZROY
[Silence.]
DR. PINCHOT
Note: Subject refuses to… speak.
"You think the rich man, the white man fought alone
in Peking? No… You were there too, knee-deep in
the blood of men who ought've been our
brothers…"
Did you perhaps lose a relative or beau when
Columbia interceded in the Boxer Rebellion? Is that
the cause for your open dissent in this passage?
I must say, the empathy you exhibit for the enemy here
has invited much scandal.
DAISY FITZROY
[Silence.]
DR. PINCHOT
Note: Subject… refuses to speak.
"Our sole objective is for The People to be heard…
It's not our fault they’ve been angry so long…"
Well, here you are now, Miss Fitzroy. We are all
ears.
What, pray tell, do “The People” have to say? What
has angered you all so?
DAISY FITZROY
[Silence.]
DR. PINCHOT
I merely seek to understand.
DAISY FITZROY
Oh, really?
DR. PINCHOT
Aha! She speaks!
Yes, Miss Fitzroy. That is my sole intention here, I
assure you.
DAISY FITZROY
I understand you mean to gather information…
DR. PINCHOT
Why, Miss Fitzroy, I must say that I find you quite
astute and surprisingly articulate.
DAISY FITZROY
An’ I find you smug and self-satisfied. Confident in
your station.
But I come to expect that from your kind.
DR. PINCHOT
My kind, Miss Fitzroy?
You will find me quite different from those at the
police station.
DAISY FITZROY
Cottonmouth and a copperhead might be different, but
when it comes down to it, one snake’s the same as
any other.
Cop? Doctor? You’re one of The Founders… to me
and mine, you’re all the same.
DR. PINCHOT
You must be joking! The same as those brutes who
mistreated you?
DAISY FITZROY
At least they didn’t dress themselves in a garb of
kindness.
DR. PINCHOT
Ma’am, you insult me terribly and I do not understand
the cause.
How can I convince you that you’ve sorely misjudged
me?
DAISY FITZROY
Maybe tell me some about yourself. Tell me about
this study of yours.
Show me how you got as much to lose here as I do…
Cause I figure that's what this here’s all about.
DR. PINCHOT
And you will, in turn, answer my questions?
DAISY FITZROY
I suppose so.
DR. PINCHOT
I can tell you straight off, that you've gotten the wrong
impr—
DAISY FITZROY
But at present, I am bone tired and would prefer a
meal and some rest.
DR. PINCHOT
Hmm… Until next time, then.
DR. PINCHOT
—this device appears to be recording now…
Are you comfortable, Miss Fitzroy?
DAISY FITZROY
I suppose. Never seen this part of the building before.
DR. PINCHOT
I’d imagine it doesn’t compare to Lady Comstock’s
housing. It is said to be quite lavish.
DAISY FITZROY
I lived in worse places.
DR. PINCHOT
Well then, let us begin. In the effort of building trust,
you may ask the first question.
DAISY FITZROY
[Momentary silence.]
How’d you first come to Columbia? Not easy getting
work or a place to live here.
DR. PINCHOT
My wife and I were among her initial pilgrims.
DAISY FITZROY
That it? That all you got?
DR. PINCHOT
I don't know what you mean.
DAISY FITZROY
You're settin’ the standard for forthcomingness here,
Doctor.
DR. PINCHOT
Ah, I see…
Well… My wife's father is well-liked by those
among the city planners. A former military man who
studied Washington's career extensively. An officer
and a gentleman.
However, I believe that I found my way here on my
own steam, as it were. I made a case directly to
Columbia’s review committee that my work is vital
to our society's salvation.
There were doubters, of course, but I hear tell that
Father Comstock himself took note of it.
We were granted a modest home, a fair stipend and
position at Comstock House, and a small
housekeeping staff.
DAISY FITZROY
So, you’re a rich man.
DR. PINCHOT
No, I wouldn't say that.
DAISY FITZROY
So only rich in modesty? Heh.
DR. PINCHOT
We live comfortably, as long as we are frugal.
DAISY FITZROY
Lemme see your hands.
DR. PINCHOT
I don't know why—
Excuse me!
DAISY FITZROY
Yeah… See that? Soft as a woman.
DR. PINCHOT
That’s exactly the bias I’d expect from someone of
your station.
While I wasn't birthed in a field, I assure you that I've
worked hard my entire life.
DAISY FITZROY
Well, bully for you, my brother.
DR. PINCHOT
Well then, I'd ask the same of you:
By which way did you come to Columbia?
DAISY FITZROY
Fink's men brought us here. We didn't get no parade
or committee like you all, 'stead they brought us in
during the dead of night. Negroes, Mexicans,
Chinamen, Irish, Jews…
Some of us had sentences that got waived. Some got
families to feed. A few got drunk down below and
woke up here, I hear tell.
DR. PINCHOT
You're claiming that Fink Manufacturing knowingly
employed criminals?
DAISY FITZROY
Somebody gotta clean up the trash, I guess. Mr. Fink
weren't always too picky.
DR. PINCHOT
I find that impossible to believe.
DAISY FITZROY
Oh, those kinda men always got their uses… Captains
of Industry like to cut corners sometime, just like
anyone.
That's the way the world works, doctor. One with my
complexion, the law always finds something to take
offense to. And next stop, leased out on a chain gang,
or up in this place.
DR. PINCHOT
You were soon employed in Lady Comstock's
housekeeping staff.
DAISY FITZROY
Yeah, she weren't a bad sort, for somebody put on
such a pedestal. She had some rough times growin'
up. When she spoke to people, you knew she meant it.
She was genuine… not like her that snake who
shared her bed.
DR. PINCHOT
You looked up to her?
DAISY FITZROY
Everybody did. She didn't have to try hard to inspire
people. Just who she were.
DR. PINCHOT
And yet, you later murdered her.
DAISY FITZROY
Tell you what, Doc. You tell me all about all the
people you killed, an' I'll do the same.
DR. PINCHOT
I wouldn't have anything to tell you there, I'm afraid.
DAISY FITZROY
Then you got nothing to trade…
Think we're done for today.
DR. PINCHOT
My supervisor Dr. Kittery has made it quite clear that
he is unimpressed with my progress on this project.
And I must admit to maintaining a similar opinion.
Two days and I still have all but nothing.
The anarchist has proved… nimble… at discerning
the intent behind my questions and deftly avoiding
answers that would provide me useful data.
While I hardly expected her to be some drooling
mongoloid, I find her surprisingly clever.
Kittery all but demanded I drop my current
methodology in favor of what he regards as more
“tried and true” methods of gathering data, such as
phrenology and the like. I agree a change in tactics
may be required, but refuse to abandon reason
entirely. I will play along with his requests, but not at
the jeopardy of the work.
We must simply adapt.
What I found most interesting in my conversation
with the good doctor was what he did not say, such
as any indication that we have been pressured by
authorities to glean information about anarchist hide-
outs, secret codes, or similar titillations from a penny
dreadful.
It appears that we may have a free hand in that
regard, at least.
At our discussion’s end, perhaps a parting shot, he
implied that Fitzroy may benefit from a new
procedure that others in Comstock House are
developing—which involves separating the
prefrontal cortex from the rest of the brain.
The exact means are still under debate, but they are
convinced that it will make patients much more
tractable. I believe it would render Fitzroy a
complete imbecile and unusable for study, and said
as much.
Kittery did not press it further, but I fear that if I do
not show results soon, the topic will undoubtedly
come up again.
He fails to understand that even if Fitzroy is simply
possessed of a low animal cunning, it remains
remarkable in one of both her breeding and
background—thus to investigate it further is of vital
importance to the future of Columbia.
For if every field hand and factory worker were to
wake one day to similar perspicacity and designs,
what a different and terrible world we would soon
have before us.
Tuesday, May 11th, 1909
DR. PINCHOT
—a different type of interview today. One called
"association of language.”
I will say a word, and you speak the first thing that
comes to mind, no matter how bizarre or seemingly
trivial it may appear.
DAISY FITZROY
And why would I care at all about that, doctor?
DR. PINCHOT
Perhaps you could simply humor me—as the man
who helped free you from that terrible interrogation
room in Finkton.
DAISY FITZROY
Seems to me, I just traded one massa for another.
DR. PINCHOT
I’m sorry you feel that way.
Perhaps you might play along out of self-interest then.
DAISY FITZROY
How’s this little game of yours help me out?
DR. PINCHOT
Because when I am finally done with my research,
when our last interview together is complete, my
colleagues intend to perform experimental brain
surgery on you.
DAISY FITZROY
[Silence.]
DR. PINCHOT
I did not want to tell you that, but my supervisor has
implied if I don't show tangible results with you in
the near term, they will do this sooner rather than
later.
As I am not a neurologist, I cannot be completely
certain what effect these operations may have on you
—but they would assuredly ruin any plans or
ambitions you currently have in the making.
Thus, in the interest of your own self-interest, I
would strongly suggest you cooperate with me.
DAISY FITZROY
Mmm-hmmm.
DR. PINCHOT
Right, then. The first word is… "Question."
Now, you say the first word that comes to mind…
DAISY FITZROY
I caught that, doctor.
"Silence."
DR. PINCHOT
"Order."
DAISY FITZROY
"Bedlam."
DR. PINCHOT
"Fire."
DAISY FITZROY
"Cleansing."
DR. PINCHOT
"Employer."
DAISY FITZROY
"Exploiter."
DR. PINCHOT
"Prophet."
DAISY FITZROY
"Fraud."
DR. PINCHOT
"Common."
DAISY FITZROY
"Good."
DR. PINCHOT
"Fear."
DAISY FITZROY
"Nothing."
DR. PINCHOT
"Orator."
DAISY FITZROY
"Liar.”
DR. PINCHOT
"Murder."
DAISY FITZROY
"Justice."
DR. PINCHOT
"Father figure."
DAISY FITZROY
"Leech."
DR. PINCHOT
"Extermination."
DAISY FITZROY
"Fornication."
DR. PINCHOT
"Faith."
DAISY FITZROY
"Flatulence."
DR. PINCHOT
Alright, that will be enough of that.
DAISY FITZROY
What, doctor? Something bothering you?
DR. PINCHOT
Your thoughts border on blasphemy, Miss Fitzroy—
so frequently that I find close study to be disturbing.
DAISY FITZROY
Is that your religion getting in the way of your
science, doctor?
DR. PINCHOT
No… You'll find it quite the opposite.
Father Franklin gave us The Key. It is science that
gives light to darkness. It is science that brings us
closer to heaven. It is, as we say, the gradual
understanding of God's plan revealed.
But to hear you spout obscenity is hardly part of that
plan.
DAISY FITZROY
Maybe it is, maybe it isn't. Only one thing's for
certain.
DR. PINCHOT
Yes?
DAISY FITZROY
You got a low tolerance for heresy, doctor.
You should watch that. Someone could use it against
you.
DR. PINCHOT
I see what you're doing, you know.
DAISY FITZROY
I guess you don't need to be prescient to read the
writing on the wall...
DR. PINCHOT
[Momentary silence, followed by the shuffling of
papers.]
Well, I believe we're done with today's interview.
It's time I noted the size and shape of your skull for
my superiors.
[Sliding of a chair.]
DAISY FITZROY
Could always read through the guts of a goat too,
doctor…
For all the results it'd provide.
DR. PINCHOT
[Audible slap.]
DAISY FITZROY
[A pause, then the subject laughs.]
And there it is. Glad to finally meet you, Doctor.
DR. PINCHOT
I bid you good day, Miss Fitzroy. Until tomorrow.
[Note: Begins shortly after test had been handed in
for scoring.]
DR. PINCHOT
That cannot be right…
DAISY FITZROY
You look pale, doctor. You miss a meal?
DR. PINCHOT
It’s just the results of your test here… are concerning.
DAISY FITZROY
How’s that, exactly?
DR. PINCHOT
Hmm… Pardon me if I appear distracted while I
recalculate here…
This was an intelligence test… my own update on
Binet and Simon’s work… changed to make it more
appropriate for Columbian citizens. It assesses
memory, attention, verbal skill, and the like, while
regarding such factors as age.
The scale is such that a score below 20 indicates a
severely impaired individual. In other words, an
imbecile… Above to 50 is moderately impaired…
Above that, to 69, is mildly impaired, but still
imbecilic nonetheless.
From 70 to 80, we find the average range for non-
whites, such as the Irish, Esquimaux, Nubian (such as
yourself), Malay, Moors, Turks, Persians, most
Mongoloids, and some, you may be surprised to
believe, White criminals.
From 80 to 90, we have the average White female, as
well as Hebrews and certain subcategories of
Mongol.
Scores from 90 to 110 represent the average range
for White males and 110 to 130 shows above-
average intelligence.
DAISY FITZROY
For white males?
DR. PINCHOT
Hmm? Oh, yes… Of course. None other.
From there, 130 to 145 notes a gifted intelligence,
146 to 160 is genius, and finally, over 160 is
extraordinary genius.
DAISY FITZROY
You got a particular way of beating around the bush,
doctor.
DR. PINCHOT
Well, hmm… We in Columbia pride ourselves as
cherishing merit.
Since our science proves that the White male is the
most intelligent, he is thus clearly most capable of
offering the greatest aid to society and must be the
one to lead the rest forward… The whole system is
predicated on that belief.
I myself scored a 146 on the test and have always
been quite proud of that fact, though some in my field
contend that I squeaked by… I did, after all, design
it.
There… I’ve checked my calculations eleven times
now and arrived at the same results in each and every
instance.
Very impressive, Miss Fitzroy. Your score was a
149.
DAISY FITZROY
You don’t say.
DR. PINCHOT
That was most illuminating. Thank you for your time
today. That will be all.
[Chair scrapes the floor.]
DAISY FITZROY
Don’t have many days left, Doctor. That is before
they come to me with their scalpels and ether.
DR. PINCHOT
Yes, yes… You’ve given me much to think about,
Miss Fitzroy.
[Recording stopped.]
DR. PINCHOT
I have just returned from Dr. Kittery’s office and
found Fitzroy to be correct in her assessment. He
intends to schedule her for surgery at the earliest
convenience, once the necessary paperwork is
finished and a specialist arranged.
It may even occur as soon as this week’s end.
I informed him that this would be a tragic mistake,
but he would not hear of it.
He accused me of having formed a connection to
Fitzroy, implying that physical acts of carnality may
have softened my judgment. He assured me that this is
quite common.
Perhaps for him, I said. I told him I simply could not
sit idly by and allow some hack to scoop out pieces
of her brain, as it would be a waste of a… beautiful
mind.
Kittery soon lost all modicum of patience with me. I
was chastened for some time and ordered to wrap up
my work this next day.
I now sit alone in my office, full of frustration and
sadness, and considering what Fitzroy said after I
shut off the Voxophone today.
She spoke of a plot to break her out of the facility and
that my involvement may reduce or even eliminate the
threat of bloodshed.
Now I am of course in all ways a true patriot of
Columbia, but my blood ran cold as I listened to her
words, and the beginnings of doubt crept into my
mind.
This struck me much more deeply than any previous
conversation with Fitzroy. For while I have noted my
theory that sin exists in all—a belief that many in
Columbia are clearly not willing to admit about
themselves—to actually contemplate treason, myself?
It must be undeniable proof that all men, no matter
what their breeding or background, are rebellious to
the core.
To search for this truth for so long in others, only to
find it in myself, is shattering.
The scientist in me searches for ways to expunge
these thoughts from my mind, but to treat such innate
behavior would require the most radical and extreme
methods possible.
It would demand the transformation of Comstock
Center from research facility into some kind of
“reeducation center.”
The mind reels at thoughts of treatments bordering on
torture: patients strapped into chairs, presented with
elements both audio and visual catered to reinforcing
the proper kind of thinking. Watching until their
minds forget all thoughts but the right ones… shocked
in cold baths and by electricity, then given
nourishment by a mothering figure… given brain
surgeries to ease worry and doubt…
And what would remain? Most likely a grinning
imbecile, content to blindly follow the slightest
suggestion.
Are these really the choices left to me? To allow
base tragedy to occur, to become a rebel in heaven,
or to reduce myself to idiocy to escape such fears?
Thursday, May 13th, 1909
DAISY FITZROY
“Truth will out all lies in the end.” It’s right there at
the start of The People’s Voice.
But you know that already, don’t you, doctor?
DR. PINCHOT
Yes.
DAISY FITZROY
You read it all last night. Cover-to-cover.
Didn’t sleep a wink.
DR. PINCHOT
Yes.
DAISY FITZROY
Your eyes are open now.
But you got any idea of how much you been lied to?
DR. PINCHOT
I do.
DAISY FITZROY
No, you got no idea… They’ve been lying to you
your whole life, doctor.
Everything you know? Everything you thought you
understood?
All lies…
DR. PINCHOT
Everything?
DAISY FITZROY
You been their fool, doctor.
They taught you their best routines an’ set you
dancin’… funny little jig you thought was some
waltz.
An’ oh how they been laughin’ at you…
DR. PINCHOT
I don’t know what to do now.
DAISY FITZROY
You can escape this place too, doctor. Nothing
keepin’ you here no more.
DR. PINCHOT
They mean to take your mind away. Any day now.
DAISY FITZROY
There’s things I know they don’t want no one else to.
All sorts of things happen to people who get in their
way… Just becomes part of their ongoin’ narrative.
Prophecy? Huh… Self-fulfilling, maybe.
They meant to kill me, I could almost accept it.
Sometimes people need a martyr to rise up.
But make me some… some cabbage, set aside to not
bother no one? No.
DR. PINCHOT
No, I can’t let it happen.
I won’t.
DAISY FITZROY
Oh, doctor… You’ve gone an’ gotten’ sweet on me…
[Laughter.]
DR. PINCHOT
Miss Fitzroy… Daisy… I-I may never be able to
possess affections for someone of your race, but…
DAISY FITZROY
You’ve fallen in love with my mind?
DR. PINCHOT
Yes.
DAISY FITZROY
Suppose that’s kinda touching… in its own way.
DR. PINCHOT
If there was only some way I mi—
[Bells begin ringing.]
Is that a fire alarm?!
DAISY FITZROY
That would be my friends, doctor…
If there’s any help you can provide, now would be
the time.
The more help, the less bloody things might get.
DR. PINCHOT
[Jangling of keys.]
Here… Take these. I can’t get us out of this room, but
they unlock other doors that may assist in getting you
out.
Here is all the money I have… These papers may
help as well.
DAISY FITZROY
Much appreciated, doctor. You’re acting like a true
Hero of The People…
DR. PINCHOT
I only wish there was more I—
[Door kicked open.]
PRESUMED VOX POPULI
DOWN! ON THE FLOOR! STOOGE!
DR. PINCHOT
A-alright! There’s no need for—Aghh!
DAISY FITZROY
Stand down, boys. Don’t hurt him.
PRESUMED VOX POPULI
Daisy… Came soon as we could.
DAISY FITZROY
And I thank you for it, comrade. The Cause thanks
you…
Now give me that pistol.
DR. PINCHOT
Wait!! What?! But I helped y—
DAISY FITZROY
That’s ‘cause to you I’m a fascination. To me, you’re
dull as dishwater.
DR. PINCHOT
But that was— W-We had moved past—
DAISY FITZROY
You progressive, ain’t you Doctor? You the
zookeeper who always brings an extra banana.
DR. PINCHOT
You don’t have to do this!
DAISY FITZROY
Ain’t a matter of have to. It’s a matter of want.
[Sound of a gun firing once.]
PRESUMED VOX POPULI
Who’s that, Daisy?
DAISY FITZROY
That one? Oh, just another snake, I ‘spose. Never can
tell ‘em apart.
Afterword
As jungle drum maddens prey, forcing them to leap
headlong into spiked pit, so Dr. Pinchot was incensed
by the words of the subhuman anarchist Daisy Fitzroy
—though the blame is not hers alone. Betrayed by
internal dissent, he suffered a fate that could have
occurred to any of us.
But take heart, Columbian! You live in paradise,
where progress solves all ills!
From the procedures Pinchot imagined sprung the
blueprint for the good work we now perform at
Comstock House.
As deep as the moment of darkness and doubt may
have been when he considered Fitzroy’s poisonous
entreaties, his inspiration proved even greater still.
Though it took us time to perfect his many radical
ideas, I am proud to report these methods have been
employed for years to great success.
We learned much from Dr. Pinchot’s research, his
ideas, and his missteps.
Now, when a rebel arrives in our care, we do not let
him bend our ears with lies, but begin an immediate
array of treatments that scour all trace of rebellion
from his mind.
The man who emerges out the other side is serene,
empty of doubt, and much the happier for it.
These procedures have taken men so riddled with sin
they were as rabid dogs walking on two legs—and
made docile lambs of them all.
Though sadly Pinchot did not live to see it, his work
has truly helped free men from sin.
So rest, weary dreamer. Sleep well. For we are the
better for your efforts
.
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