Well... [That was a bit of a depressing answer, really. But it seems to make Prefect happy, so Sam figures it's as good a topic as any. At least he can pay attention and gain some more understanding of his Inmate than what the files tell him]
[This is the question Prefect always hopes to be asked!]
The Factory is everywhere Comrade, it owns everything, it sustains everything, it guides us and we guide the workers and the workers obey the Factory and the Factory makes everything in the world and circulates the money and teaches the children and makes you better than you ever believed you could be!
It's vast, Comrade, manufacturing happens on the far eastern front, and distribution happens on the western front, and everyone works for it and everyone does their part and the Factory abides, forever and ever and once more unto the breach on into infinity.
[It almost feels like he should add an "Amen" to that, but Prefect resists.]
[Prefect takes another drink of his gin as he contemplates this. He had seen wildflowers, once when he'd been forced out of the Factories main cells to collect a rogue product. He could have stared at them for hours. Beauty which had earned its existence through the power of evolutionary law.
You weren't supposed to think about things like that though. In case everyone started thinking about them.]
I saw weeds once.
[He'd stomped them into the ground anyway. For the Factory.]
And they showed us slides of the rest of the world when we were children.
[Prefect doesn't really want to think about the wildflowers.]
Boring. Colourful. Like weeds look.
[About a third of that answer was true. He focus's more on the second part of the question.]
The rest of the world looked bad Comrade. There's nothing left there, no where else to go. For the workers, you have to let them think that the world is still good, so they believe they can go somewhere better if they work hard, we don't get taught that. [He shakes his head and takes another drink, before looking at Sam directly as if to pass on a very, very important piece of information.] Comrade, the world out there is very bad now. We need the Factory.
[Prefect gives Sam his best sales smile. He's trained for people trying to talk about things he can't sell them.]
Comrade, colour should be more than nature can produce! More than God alone can offer! More than anything that grows in the mere acidic earth outside! No Comrade, if you want flowers, you want flowers in colours that defy belief! [And now the gesturing begins-] Electric blue Daffodils! Neon orange Poppies! Lime green Roses! Brother, why settle for anything less than the impossible? Why stop at the blandness of the straggling remnants of accidental splices of nature? Why stop at anything less than everything? [Gesture, and did he just spill his Gin? Prefect leans forward to look at where it will have ended up.] Hm. Yes, you should... you should get flowers from the Factory. I used to grow flowers.
[Was there another question? Prefect has a feeling there might have been, but he's wasted enough Gin while talking, so he decides to drink more instead of trying to remember.]
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ACTION
It reminds me that I am Prefect, and that the Factory is wonderful.
[That was totally something about him.]
ACTION
Could you talk to me about the Factory?
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The Factory is everywhere Comrade, it owns everything, it sustains everything, it guides us and we guide the workers and the workers obey the Factory and the Factory makes everything in the world and circulates the money and teaches the children and makes you better than you ever believed you could be!
It's vast, Comrade, manufacturing happens on the far eastern front, and distribution happens on the western front, and everyone works for it and everyone does their part and the Factory abides, forever and ever and once more unto the breach on into infinity.
[It almost feels like he should add an "Amen" to that, but Prefect resists.]
ACTION - SHORT SUCKY TAG
ACTION - SHORT SUCKY TAG BEGETS SHORT SUCKY TAG!
There's... sort of a wasteland?
ACTION - D:
Oh.
[He takes a drink. No wonder Prefect loves the Factory so much-- what else is there in his world?]
Have you ever... seen anything else?
ACTION
You weren't supposed to think about things like that though. In case everyone started thinking about them.]
I saw weeds once.
[He'd stomped them into the ground anyway. For the Factory.]
And they showed us slides of the rest of the world when we were children.
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ACTION
Boring. Colourful. Like weeds look.
[About a third of that answer was true. He focus's more on the second part of the question.]
The rest of the world looked bad Comrade. There's nothing left there, no where else to go. For the workers, you have to let them think that the world is still good, so they believe they can go somewhere better if they work hard, we don't get taught that. [He shakes his head and takes another drink, before looking at Sam directly as if to pass on a very, very important piece of information.] Comrade, the world out there is very bad now. We need the Factory.
ACTION
[He listens to what Prefect has to say, but doesn't have much to pounce on except:] What made it 'bad'?
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Comrade, colour should be more than nature can produce! More than God alone can offer! More than anything that grows in the mere acidic earth outside! No Comrade, if you want flowers, you want flowers in colours that defy belief! [And now the gesturing begins-] Electric blue Daffodils! Neon orange Poppies! Lime green Roses! Brother, why settle for anything less than the impossible? Why stop at the blandness of the straggling remnants of accidental splices of nature? Why stop at anything less than everything? [Gesture, and did he just spill his Gin? Prefect leans forward to look at where it will have ended up.] Hm. Yes, you should... you should get flowers from the Factory. I used to grow flowers.
[Was there another question? Prefect has a feeling there might have been, but he's wasted enough Gin while talking, so he decides to drink more instead of trying to remember.]