The Department of Corrections, Book One
Chapter 15: The Department of Corrections. National Headquarters. Orlando, Florida.

Level NegSeven - Corrections. The Dr. Franz Johann Karp Terminal.

The Year of Our Karp: AK 70 (AD 2110). Surface World Year: A False AD 2010 (AD 2110).

Arriving and departing at 310 mph, thousands of nuclear-powered bullet trains levitating above magnetic monorails—speedily dropping off and picking up subterranean Karpian Party members in various uniforms and surface-dwelling corporate executives in expensive business suits—returned to their subterranean DOC terminals from all over/under the unsuspecting nation. The nuclear-powered bullet trains looked like metallic-black worms burrowing through the Earth’s rotten core, burrowing under its polluted lakes, rivers, and oceans. All speedily conveying the diseased seeds of Karpism to the National State, soon to be the World State, eventually . . . the Universal State.

Located in the center of Level NegSeven - Corrections, the FJK Terminal was a whirlpool of heterogeneous people, semiopaque holograms, and HoverCarts on a futuristic train platform. All circling a fifty-foot-tall bronze statue of a bemedaled, epauletted, braided, and tasseled uniformed man posing majestically, an actual flaming sword in his right iron fist raised above his chiseled-featured head. The statue’s bulging bronze muscles did not reflect the frail man. The abomination of desolation’s flickering gold plaque read:

Dr. Franz Johann Karp

The Father of Karpism

National Director of Corrections

AD 2040 - AK ----

Uniformednarmed officers with their double-headed eagle, Karpian State insignia on their caps and sleeves, were escorting black-clad corrected impounds, who had been auctioned off to the highest bidder—usually a surface world corporation, occasionally another underground DOC branch—to their new assignments. Big Business and Big Government, gradually merging into one corrupt entity:

Corrected Impounds: The modern slave.

White-coated doctors pushed temperature-controlled stainless-steel RecyCarts loaded with recycled impounds’ confiscated organs—all floating in yolky E-numbered and E-graded Equality specimen jars—each rushing like blood to meet their criminal rep so the human pieces-and-parts could be sold on the surface world’s black market while they were still fresh as steak tartare:

Flawed Impounds: The new crop.

The omnipresent holograms, more than an illusion, circulating with the masses as extra eyes and ears for VIL-EN. Each HTA/BDO (Holographic Terminal Authority/Behavior Detection Officer) asking specific Party members for their Karpian documents; then validating by scanning: camera-badges, Party cards, star-verified licenses, social identity papers/social security numbers, birth certificates, passports, officially stamped travel permits, health/vaccination certificates, valid health insurance cards, signed and dated citizen/State contracts, and OWRs (online web recommendations) and RCBCs (retinal criminal background checks) while studying their Calc%SBL (calculated percentage of suspicious body language). Each HTA/BDO guarding the stability and security of the Karpian State against the E-State (enemies of the State): Christians, technophobes, organ smugglers, spies, counter-revolutionaries, and terrorists (domestic and foreign):

Technology: The new master.

The fiery heavens of the terminal illuminated by a billion spotlights like incandescent stars. The place smelled of a bleached Middle-Eastern bazaar. Like a desert landscape it was devoid of the individual: every minor Party member’s head hair shorn off and facial hair shaved off: hair long ago banned and criminalized, because hair had interfered with the State’s facial recognition software’s triangulation calculations:

Hairless = Calculable: The new math.

Some of the black-clad corrected impounds that were retained were now the LLF (lobotomized labor force) of the FJK Terminal and were referred to as SlavErs (slave workers). Like drooling robots, they swept, mopped, and polished the beautiful marble floors, bleached the insanitary restrooms, and disposed of the nonstop accumulation of international trash:

SlavErs: Free State labor.

Occasionally, a deadly virus would escape, something designed by white-coated Karpian scientists to enfeeble the surface world’s humans, animals, and crops before the planned and rapidly approaching Surface War. When an engineered contagion from Level NegSix - Virology would accidently infect someone in the FJK Terminal, a hazmat-suited SlavEr would rush to the affected and put them in quarantine (custody awaiting liquidation) before other Party members could become infected with the deadly Karpian pathogen:

The Virus: The ultimate weapon.

A never-ending push of differing people, incoming and outgoing, like pulsing and murmuring platelets traveling arteries twenty-four seven through the heart of the FJK Terminal: its atrium having a massive disease-screening and weapon-scanning arch. Their out-of-sync boot steps pounding and echoing like an irregular heartbeat; all flowing as one blood under the arch’s double-headed eagle symbol and its Karpian maxim:

CORRECTION EQUALS CONFORMITY

CONFORMITY EQUALS PROFIT

The thoughts of each person, entering and exiting the centralized and highly/over-organized terminal, from countless mobile minds, were simultaneously, nonstop, twenty-four seven, year-round, being remotely scanned and the MC (Mind Chatter) was being translated into neon-orange TT (Thought Text) by THarv02 (Thought Harvester Two): the stationary, multi-person, multi-language model having the same technology as THarv01 (Thought Harvester One): the portable and helmeted, single-person, single-language model. VIL-EN, the State’s supercomputer/hologram, would then scan all of the neon-orange TT, searching for high-risk key words and high-risk phrases embedded in the MC, searching for illegal thoughts. There was no more hoping the enemy would talk in their sleep, or having to use physical torture or chemical persuasion, thoughts were now betraying the thinker: self-censorship of thought, on any level of consciousness, is impossible. Christians, technophobes, organ smugglers, spies, counter-revolutionaries, terrorists, and all E-State (enemies of the State) could now be arrested before a rebellious act occurred: because thoughts always precede actions. First responders, once named so because they were the first to arrive after an event, now named so because they are the first to arrive before an event, preventing it. The AD 2110 technologically-advanced State can now monitor all of its “AD 2010” citizens’ activities: their outer, visible-physical world and their inner, invisible-mental world(s). All privacy, independence, freedom, and liberty, outer and inner, no longer a guaranteed right:

For your protection.

The terminal’s perpetual Muzak was loaded with subliminal, collective, social-conditioning messages and only interrupted by the daily Karpian anthem (a short instrumental piece that sounded as rousing as the high-pitched screams and barking laughter of a prison gang rape) and the (soothing) hourly propaganda readings. The continuous brainwashing was muffled by the bustling international crowd’s foreign babel. Starry, red, white, and blue flags, Karpian banners, double-headed eagle symbols, huge, heroic portraits of Dr. Franz Karp (the Karpian State’s architect/evil mastermind), propaganda posters (e.g., Loose Lips Sink Ships), slogans, and catchy phrases woven into catchy patriotic tunes (that were deliberately designed to be maddeningly repeated inside of your mind, like an Orthodox chant echoing long after hearing one), abounded. Innumerable, enormous, wall-mounted monitors were broadcasting the Karpian State news on TNN: The Totalitarian News Network. Every screen muted, captions on, each repeatedly, simultaneously, flashing imperceptible words and images, subconsciously manipulating any viewing comrade’s mind. Newsstand kiosks were giving away free copies of the ultra-biased KSS rag: The Karpian State Sentinel. Everyone unknowingly sipping and slurping and gulping the Bogonarkodenotikos-19-66.67® laced water from innocuous-looking water fountains as if “Drinking the Karpian Kool-Aid.” And, the terminal’s numerous vending machines were eating bills and regurgitating coins, all of the Karpian denomination: the Karpian State’s and the Department of Corrections’ official currency:

Money and Profit: The new god and the new religion.

Subterranean mailmen delivered the censored subterranean mail to every Karpian brother and Karpian sister by riding the subterranean bullet trains. Their Karpesque postage stamps had DOC in the upper right-hand corner, a red-white-and-blue, double-headed eagle centered with a scary “Equality FOREVER” below it, and the date 2110 in the lower right-hand corner.

Big Brother Karp’s subterranean organization was also spying on and manipulating its unaware surface subjects, using outdated, double-edged technologies—the behind-the-times fools, currently the capitalist-ruled/economically-exploited masses still worshiping the devalued US dollar—believed to be cutting-edge devices of innocent mass entertainment and innocent mass communication.

The subterranean Karpian State, the Department of Corrections, both using advanced geostationary spy satellites orbiting the Earth, just an unseen tyranny utilizing AD 2110 advanced technologies to monitor its slow global takeover of the unsuspecting, behind-the-times, illusional “AD 2010” surface world population.

The Karpian Machine’s collective assault on the Christian-freethinking surface individual engined on, reciprocating unseen like the clockwork of the universe, as the mindlessly-distracted surface population, the proles and the plebs, thinking it AD 2010, happily and willingly, devoured all of the AD 2110 subterranean Karpian State’s outdated AD 2010 double-edged technologies, meaningless entertainment, and meaningful propaganda:

Karpism: An undetectable pandemic.

The surface population, once all Christian-freethinking individuals, were slowly, unknowingly, being morphed into the subterranean Karpian State’s collective and anonymous “WE.”

Karpism (Individualism to Collectivism): secretly conquering the nation, soon to conquer the world, eventually . . . to conquer the universe:

FOR THE COMMON GOOD.

FOR A BETTER WE.

“Arriving FJK Terminal: bullet train #0527 from New York City. Departing FJK Terminal: bullet train #0527 to Santa Fe, New Mexico.” VIL-EN’s mechanical voice boomed above the bustling subterranean terminal’s frantic babel. “Arriving FJK Terminal: bullet train #0528 from Providence, Rhode Island. Departing FJK Terminal: bullet train #0528 to Phoenix, Arizona. Arriving FJK Terminal: bullet train #6605 from Flathead Lake, Montana. Departing FJK Terminal: bullet train #6605 to . . .”

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