Post by azelea on May 4, 2008 23:56:45 GMT -8
August 1st, 2010
The blonde haired woman sat at the heavy ornate oak desk in her spacious office, scribbling away at some paper work. She side glanced at the old grandfather clock not far away in a corner and sighed slightly. He should be here any minute now. Harpy, Azelea’s owl had never misplaced a letter and she trusted the creature completely. She was a smart old thing and always delivered everything on time.
This meeting would be very interesting, it was up to Lord Williams’s weather or not her little project took off or not and Azelea had prepared a little presentation if such thing would be necessary, but, she didn’t think it would be. After all, it would benefit him. An entire generation of loyal followers. People that would follow his every command without question. Even his wife could be subjected to the ‘treatment’ and by the things that she had heard it seemed that it might become necessary if he wished to keep her under control.
Of course, there was already something like this already in progress with that Ike Malcolm fellow, but Azelea was targeting children, not just prisoners of war. Children’s minds were so impressionable, so easily they could be molded to believe anything with the right pressure. And the sooner something was drilled into their heads the better off the world would be. There wouldn’t be any more people like Lady Williams trying to abolish slavery or anymore Order supporters or a rebellion. Even slaves could be taught that this was their place in life and a cast system would be set in place and everyone would be happy with it.
Yes, it was the perfect world where everyone had a place and nothing was out of order. A utopia for people like her and other like minded ones. Of course, first there would have to be trial runs, test run on different type of variables and controls. Children, the elderly, boys, girls, men, women. Scans of how the brain worked and took such ‘re education’.
The process was primitive but it was effective. During research Azelea stumbled across similar programs used by Muggle governments, and it seemed rather effective. Depending on the age of the subject different methods would have to be used. The younger the person the easier it would be, simple re education, subliminal messaging and brainwashing could be used with children but, the older the test subject the more intense it would have to be and physical and mental torture would be brought into play. Memory modification was always a good place to start but it could be reversed with the right time and effort. But. Some of the Muggle methods were absolutely fascinating. They actually went into people’s heads, literally cut into them and played around in there and could rearrange the brain patterns of a person and hence change the way they think. You could remove a part of a person’s brain and leave them in a zombie like state. It was rather amazing.
Something like this could be done on a much larger scale than what Malcolm was doing. Faculties could be set up all over London and they could take in subjects, turn them into little soldiers and send them on their way without anyone being any the wiser. It was the perfect plan and all it needed was the approval.
Azelea sat back in her chair and sighed slightly as she took her thin glasses off her eyes and set them down on the desk and glanced at the clock again. He should be here any minute. She straightened out some of her papers so they created a perfect 90 degree angle with everything else on her desk, it annoyed her when things weren’t in prefect Order. It was the knock on her office door that made her stop and look up Come in
The blonde haired woman sat at the heavy ornate oak desk in her spacious office, scribbling away at some paper work. She side glanced at the old grandfather clock not far away in a corner and sighed slightly. He should be here any minute now. Harpy, Azelea’s owl had never misplaced a letter and she trusted the creature completely. She was a smart old thing and always delivered everything on time.
This meeting would be very interesting, it was up to Lord Williams’s weather or not her little project took off or not and Azelea had prepared a little presentation if such thing would be necessary, but, she didn’t think it would be. After all, it would benefit him. An entire generation of loyal followers. People that would follow his every command without question. Even his wife could be subjected to the ‘treatment’ and by the things that she had heard it seemed that it might become necessary if he wished to keep her under control.
Of course, there was already something like this already in progress with that Ike Malcolm fellow, but Azelea was targeting children, not just prisoners of war. Children’s minds were so impressionable, so easily they could be molded to believe anything with the right pressure. And the sooner something was drilled into their heads the better off the world would be. There wouldn’t be any more people like Lady Williams trying to abolish slavery or anymore Order supporters or a rebellion. Even slaves could be taught that this was their place in life and a cast system would be set in place and everyone would be happy with it.
Yes, it was the perfect world where everyone had a place and nothing was out of order. A utopia for people like her and other like minded ones. Of course, first there would have to be trial runs, test run on different type of variables and controls. Children, the elderly, boys, girls, men, women. Scans of how the brain worked and took such ‘re education’.
The process was primitive but it was effective. During research Azelea stumbled across similar programs used by Muggle governments, and it seemed rather effective. Depending on the age of the subject different methods would have to be used. The younger the person the easier it would be, simple re education, subliminal messaging and brainwashing could be used with children but, the older the test subject the more intense it would have to be and physical and mental torture would be brought into play. Memory modification was always a good place to start but it could be reversed with the right time and effort. But. Some of the Muggle methods were absolutely fascinating. They actually went into people’s heads, literally cut into them and played around in there and could rearrange the brain patterns of a person and hence change the way they think. You could remove a part of a person’s brain and leave them in a zombie like state. It was rather amazing.
Something like this could be done on a much larger scale than what Malcolm was doing. Faculties could be set up all over London and they could take in subjects, turn them into little soldiers and send them on their way without anyone being any the wiser. It was the perfect plan and all it needed was the approval.
Azelea sat back in her chair and sighed slightly as she took her thin glasses off her eyes and set them down on the desk and glanced at the clock again. He should be here any minute. She straightened out some of her papers so they created a perfect 90 degree angle with everything else on her desk, it annoyed her when things weren’t in prefect Order. It was the knock on her office door that made her stop and look up Come in