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[ It’s getting to be later in the evening, and for once, he’s considering sleep. There are no nicotine patches to keep him occupied, and the world right now is dull, dull, dull. He needs something stimulating, and the communicator is right there... Normally, he’s not given to speaking to people unless they have information. This is no exception. ]
[ Those listening to the open feed will hear the dark voice pouring through their headset, smokey and slow with the weight of his dilemma. ]
Good evening, Marina Asylum.
Before you ask, yes, I am one of those new inmates assimilated into the fold by your monotonous overlord. However, I’m not interested in preaching my woes of incarceration. I am comfortable with the charges that have been weighed against me and regret nothing.
My name is Sherlock Holmes.
I’ve spent the day exploring your facilities. Anthrax Island, indeed. However, what I’ve seen of you brings questions to mind, those of which I would like to bring to your attention.
Four out of eight of my interactions today have been with prisoners that I perceive to be under the age of twenty. Three of those four have been under eighteen, which is the American standard of trying someone as an adult. In England you may be incarcerated at ten, if the crime is serious enough to warrant it. To those that informed me of their crimes, the majority -two out of three- claimed to be innocent of their crimes. No real surprise there, this being a prison, but with the possibility of being persecuted for future crimes, it is difficult to say for certain.
I realize I have only collected a cup of water from the ocean, so I would like to conduct a brief survey.
I couldn’t care less for the details of your individual crimes at the moment; all I would like to know is if they were violent crimes or not. I would like to know the interest’s age, and whether or not they are innocent of their charges. Keep in mind this is for data, so there is no need to lie to me. I don’t plan to track you down, and I don’t plan to scold you like an impudent child.
I couldn’t care less. You are a tally.
I’d also be willing to hear some insight regarding this prison from your own perspective, particularly having to do with the aforementioned issues. I don’t want to have a friendly chat and exchange pudding recipes.
Serious inquiries only, please.
[ As he says this, he’s been scribbling down columns for information on a pad of paper he took from one of the stores.
He leaves a column for people who try to fuck with him. ]