Chapter 25
"He said you are an unstable, diabolical, delusional man with megalomaniac tendencies."
Hatch smiled. "Did he also tell you that I'm dangerous?"
Mrs. Vey looked at him coldly. "Yes."
"That's the thing about your husband, he always called a spade a spade."
"Where is my son?"
"We have him safely locked away as we reeducate him."
"I want to see him."
"When we're done, you'll see him. When he's broken and subservient, you'll see him. You may not recognize him anymore, but you'll definitely see him."
"You'll never break him."
"On the contrary. If psychology has taught us anything, it's that everyone has a breaking point. Everyone."
"I want to see my son!" she shouted.
"Poignant. Really, I'm moved. A mother crying out for her son. But what you want is of no relevance. All that matters is what I want. Besides, he's not ready. He's a special boy. And when we're done, he'll be of great value to our cause."
"You have no cause except your own l.u.s.t for power."
Hatch grinned darkly. "You make that sound like it's a bad thing." He leaned toward the bars. "The l.u.s.t for power is the only way the world has ever changed. Of course we dress it up in n.o.ble intentions, but in the end politics and religion are like sausage-it may be good, but it's best not to know what goes into it.
"Trust me, the day will come when I will be honored as the visionary I am."
"You're delusional," Mrs. Vey said.
Hatch smiled. "All great men are delusional. How else could they be crazy enough to think they could change the world?" He leaned back. "The day will come when I will be as celebrated as George Was.h.i.+ngton is today. And the electric children, including yours, will be held up and wors.h.i.+pped as the pioneers of a new world order. You should be pleased to know that your son will be held in such high esteem. You cling to the past only because you fear change. But nothing good comes without change. Nothing. Change is evolution, nothing more. And if it wasn't for evolution you'd still be living in a tree eating bananas."
Mrs. Vey just looked at him.
"Speaking of eating, has anyone told you what you've been eating for the past month? Those tasty little biscuits are called Rabisk. They're made of ground-up rats: meat, fur, and bonemeal."
Her stomach churned.
"There's someone I'd like you to meet." He walked to the cell door and opened it. "You may come in now."
Tara walked in. "Hi, Mrs. Vey."
Mrs. Vey looked at her with surprise. "Taylor?"
Tara smiled. "It's so good to see you."
"What are you doing here?"
"I came to help. What Dr. Hatch is doing is wonderful. For all of us."
"Have you seen Michael?"
"Of course."
"How is he?"
"He's great. He's having a good time."
Mrs. Vey couldn't believe what she was hearing. "A good time? Has he asked about me?"
Tara shook her head. "No. I mean, he knows you're okay and we're all just so busy and going places. But I'm sure he'll find time to visit before too long."
Mrs. Vey knew her son better than that. Something was wrong with the situation. Something about the girl's eyes was different-not the color or shape of her eyes, but something less definable. It was the light in them. Or lack of it.
"Does Michael still wear the watch you gave him for his birthday?" Mrs. Vey asked.
Tara hesitated. "Uh, most of the time. Not when he plays basketball or stuff."
Mrs. Vey nodded. "So, Taylor. What do your parents think of you leaving home?"
"They're really happy for me."
"Really?"
"Oh, yes. They're so proud that I can make a difference in this world."
"Even your dad?"
"Of course. Why wouldn't he be?"
"Well, you know how schoolteachers worry about kids. Especially their own."
"No, he's good with it all. He's good."
Mrs. Vey stared at her for a moment, then breathed out slowly. "No, he's not. Your father's not a schoolteacher, he's a police officer. And you didn't give Michael that watch for his birthday. I did."
Tara glanced nervously at Dr. Hatch.
"Who are you and why do you look just like Taylor?" Mrs. Vey asked.
Hatch slowly shook his head. "It was worth a try. Sharon, this is Tara, Taylor's lost twin. And she's going to be your new best friend. Every day until we bring Michael in, she's going to make your stay a little more... interesting. Just like she did for your son."
"What did you do to him?"
"You'll find out soon enough. Tara, Mrs. Vey likes rats. She's been eating them for weeks now. So, for your first session," Hatch said, tapping his temple with his index finger, "I think you should give her a few hundred to keep her company."
"Yes, sir," Tara said.
"Thirty minutes' worth."
"Yes, sir."
Hatch smiled. "Very well. I'll go now and let you two get better acquainted."
Hatch walked back to the others, who were still in the theater. "Let's go," he said.
The youths immediately stood, unnoticed by the others in the room. When they were outside the theater, Bryan asked, "How many times do they have to watch that movie?"
"As many times as they need," Hatch replied. "A few of these prisoners have seen this particular presentation more than a thousand times. Remember, repet.i.tion breeds conviction.
"When the prisoners are brought in for reeducation, they go through our boot camp, a carefully orchestrated
"In their cell there is no sound, no darkness, just a bright light and their impending death. Since there is neither a clock nor contact with the outer world, they do not know when it is night or day, and minutes begin to feel like days. On the third day they are given two cups of water and three Rabisk biscuits. They are told that their fate is still being considered.
"They then enter phase two. During the next seventy-two hours loud music is piped into their cube, nonstop. We usually choose something primal with a heavy beat, like heavy metal or grunge, as we find that it has a decidedly unsettling effect. Believe me, it works.
"After those three days comes phase three. The music stops. They are told that due to the mercy of the Elgen and because we believe that they still might be saved, their life has been temporarily spared. This is when their education begins. We start by playing a looped audio presentation we call The Scold. This recording consists of different voices screaming at them, condemning them for their crimes against humanity. After three days of The Scold they are usually reduced to whimpering idiots. They are then invited to confess their crimes, real or imagined." Hatch grinned. "You'd be surprised what they come up with.
"They are then reviewed by one of our therapists, and if they are sufficiently penitent, they are moved to a cell and allowed brief interaction with others-in supervised group therapy, of course. It is here that they are given a new ident.i.ty. They are allowed to confess and seek forgiveness. All this time they are allowed only four hours of sleep a night, and the rest of their time is filled with studying the Elgen plan of forgiveness and our new global order. Every moment is planned, and they become deeply dependent on us. By the end of the process, they belong to the order and we reinforce their condition by allowing them to help reeducate others. It's a beautiful thing to watch."
Tara appeared in the hallway.
"How did it go?" Hatch asked.
"Good. She's strong, but not that strong. She pa.s.sed out."
"Next time tone it back so she experiences the full therapeutic effect."
"Yes, sir."
Hatch looked back at the group. "It's time for dinner. I want you to go to bed at a reasonable hour. The guards begin arriving early tomorrow. We have a special few days ahead, and I want you at your best for all of it. This is the time for you to show them who you are." Hatch smiled. "My eagles."
The next morning the Elgen guards began arriving from the thirty-eight Starxource plants around the globe. There were more than two thousand Elgen guards worldwide, and they made up an fierce, well-trained, and well-equipped security force.
They were met at the airport by Hatch's Peruvian guards. The men were disarmed, then led immediately into orientation.
One of Hatch's Elite Guards informed him of the first arrival. "The guards are arriving, sir."
"How many?"
"Three buses, a hundred and forty-seven men."
"What condition are they in?"
"Exhausted."
"Good," he said. "Don't let them sleep."
"A few have already lain on the ground."
"Then get them up and run them. Has there been any insubordination?"
"Some."
"Good," Hatch said. "We need examples. Arrest them. We'll be showcasing them tonight. You know my plans, make sure they are followed to the letter."
"Yes, sir."
Hatch had organized the guards' flights to be as long and tiring as possible, so they would be exhausted upon arrival. When the guards landed, they were also given drinks lightly laced with Trazodone, a mild antidepressant that is often used as a sleep aid, causing drowsiness, light-headedness, and confusion. Hatch's plan was first to break the men down physically through drugs, labor, lack of sleep, and hunger. Then, when they were near collapse, he'd break them mentally. In their weakened condition, the guards would reveal their true loyalties and Hatch would divide them into "sheep" and "goats." The sheep, those who would enthusiastically follow Hatch, he would train and advance to leaders.h.i.+p rank, repositioning them to take control of Starxource plants or Elgen compounds. The goats, or those who did not cooperate, would be reeducated. If after several weeks they were still troublesome, he would extinguish them. There was no room for defiance.
Upon their arrival, the guards were put to work digging a large trench on the far side of the ranch. The trench had absolutely no purpose but to keep the men working. When darkness fell, the exhausted guards were driven back to the compound and a.s.signed to their barracks. They were instructed to put on their guard uniforms and report to the mess hall for dinner.
The men were served small meals; peas and carrots, salad, and cuy-a local Peruvian delicacy of fried guinea pig. Many of the men complained about the food, and there was a small uprising at one table that was immediately quelled by the Peruvian guards. The two most demonstrative protestors were arrested and taken away.
At 9:00 p.m. the men were sent back to their barracks and told to sleep, as their day would begin early the next morning. It was only a ruse, as less than two hours later a shrill buzzer rang throughout the compound and all lights came on. Armed Peruvian guards walked into each barrack, waking the men and marching them to the a.s.sembly hall, where they were told to stand quietly at attention in front of metal chairs. A few more complained of their treatment and were quickly taken away by the Peruvian guards.
The room they had been congregated in was large enough to hold all two thousand men. The metal chairs faced a raised stage at the front of the hall. There was a podium in the middle of the stage flanked by twelve guards, six on each side, dressed in black, with purple and scarlet chest emblems and armbands on the right arm. The Elgen logo was projected on the screen behind them in letters twenty feet high. At exactly midnight a loud bell sounded and the guard to the right of the podium walked up to the microphone.
"Elgen Force. Salute."
The men gave the Elgen salute.
"The weak among you may sit."
The men looked at one another. A few sat-collapsed, really-but most, in spite of their exhaustion, remained standing.
"Many of you have flown from halfway around the world. I have heard complaints from the weak that you are tired. I would expect such complaints from weaker men. But you are not men. You are Elgen."
This was followed by applause among the standing.
"It is my distinct privilege to bring to this stage our supreme commander and president. A true visionary the world will someday acknowledge. The weak who are sitting will rise with the strong for President C. J. Hatch."
The room broke into applause as Quentin and Torstyn walked onto the stage, taking their places on each side of the podium, in front of the Elite Guards. Then Hatch walked in from the side of the stage to the podium. The guard who had introduced Hatch quickly stepped back as he approached. Hatch saluted him, then stepped up to the microphone. The audience stilled while he looked them over.
Hatch spoke in a soft voice. "Sit down. Sit down, please. All of you." He waited for everyone to sit. "Greetings, my friends. It is just past midnight. A new day, literally and figuratively. Today is the beginning of a new day for each of you. When you came into our employment you were fully aware that this was not merely a job but a cause far greater than any mission you ever will have or ever will bear-a cause of greater importance than even your own life. Today the fullness of our cause is revealed. Today you will begin to understand the depth of our campaign and the level of your own commitment. Yesterday you were mere men. Today you are Elgen."
The hall echoed with loud applause.
"The sleeping minions of this world may not have heard of the Elgen yet. But they will."
More applause.
"The sleeping minions of this world may not yet be trembling at the mention of our name and power. But they will."
More applause.