Map of the Iron Province

TRANSCRIPT

She awoke to a bright light shining directly in her face, and her naked body restrained to an operating table. An unbearable pain began to grow around her face, and at the back of her neck. She kicked and screamed in agony before she was put under again. The next time she awoke, it was with pain all over her abdomen, then back to her face, then her arms, and so on to different parts of her body and back again. Each time as agonizing as the last. Cruel, bloody, and torturous.

By the time she was given the smallest amount of freedom, being released from her shackles and given an enclosed cell, she was scarred head to toe. STEEL had poked, prodded, cut, sliced, injected, and altered her in an effort to "iron out the issues for future models".

But the torment didn't stop there. Even when they succeeded in perfecting the formula for what future C3s like me would be, they kept going. It was no longer about ironing out issues, it was about testing limits. Then breaking them.

Basic freedoms were exchanged as small compensation for the cruelty she endured. In one instance, palatable food instead of nutrient gruel was exchanged for an endurance test that had her run until she collapsed. Repeatedly over an 8 hour period, and forcefully injected with stimulants to keep her going each and every time.

Another time she was given a pillow after she was tied down and her internal organs examined...
without anesthetic...

And the one time someone took sympathy, smuggling in food, water, and painkillers, that worker's superior marched him into her cell. Inside, the superior pressed a gun to the back of the worker's head and pulled the trigger. Blood and brains painted the walls, floor, and X0-C3 herself. She was forced to remain in the cell with his body until the following morning.

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