In Chapter 3, we meet more of the cast of America’s Worst Sitcom Ever. Linda is called to a meeting with the other new recruits and the station’s medical officer, Doctor Jenner, does his best to make the girls feel at home.
“I wish I could say ‘welcome’ to Conshelf 6-D. I can’t, really; it’s not quite appropriate. You aren’t exactly what I would call “welcome guests,” or even “welcome workers.”
Majken, the Swedish blonde, spoke up. “I wish to know why we are here. Why we have been treated so.” The others started to raise similar voices –
He shouted, over them, “SHUT THE FUCK UP!” They fell silent. “That’s better. You are not to speak, any further, unless I ask one of you a specific question. And then you’d better answer it clearly, concisely – and briefly.” His guts still twisted, a bit, when he put a woman in her place. But he’d thoroughly de-indoctrinated himself from any “feminist-supporting viewpoint” when his wife divorced him, two years ago, and took his house and most of his salary in the settlement
You’ll notice that “evil bitch wife ruining her husband for absolutely no good reason” is a very common theme in this book. I’m sure that has nothing to do with Rick Westlake’s personal experiences, though.
Majken, let’s start with you. I want you to watch this video. And you can offer me any plea of why this doesn’t pronounce your guilt.”
The four of them watched, Dr. Jenner on his screen, the others on a projection behind him. They watched Majken shoot a newspaper-reading man in the chest – then take an axe and cleave open his head, and scoop up a fragment of his brain on a cracker, and eat it with obvious relish.”Did you actually eat a piece of his brain, Majken?”
“No, no, it was calves’ brains, it was posed, you have to understand-”
“The body of Lars Siggurdson was found six weeks after this video first appeared. He had been shot, in the exact place and from the exact angle we see in the video. His skull was cut open in exactly the same fashion. And his brain was damaged in a fashion that matches this video.” He stared at her. “All of this was covered in your trial. You were found guilty of his murder.”
“Vad – Vad i helvete! How can you be so fuckin’ sure? And vat the hell, he vas only a stupid man to begin with.”
This is one of the few times Rick remembers to write Majken with an accent.
“Now it’s your turn, Deirdre. Do you deny this post on the Radfem Hub website?” He projected one of her most impassioned rants, one that championed the notion of setting white-knights against the legitimate complaints of men’s right activists – including the plot to track down a few key web-sites and kill their administrators. A couple had narrowly missed being assassinated, in fact.
She watched the presentation impassively. Finally she said, “I protest this. You have no jurisdiction over that content.”
“On the contrary,” Dr. Jenner responded. “And this is just a small parcel of the evidence that caused the Tribunal to send you here. Do you deny that you paid a contract killer – or rather an FBI agent posing as one – to assassinate three men who have prominent Web sites in the Manosphere?” She sat mute. “I concur with your sentence. Take her away.”
I’m crossing my fingers in hope that men have renamed everything in the world to be more male-centric since taking control of the world, just like freedom fries.
“Can I get a manburger with frenchman fries, hold the tomantoes – oh, and a Mantain Dew?”
“No problemale, sir, that will be eight mandollars. Please drive penisward to the next mandow; have a nice dude!”
It’s Linda’s turn for the third degree and she pleads innocence:
“Master, I had hoped to change this planet into a Gentle World, where we could feel safe – a world without fear, without hurt. I wanted the best for the World, and its inhabitants.”
Dr. Jenner leaned forward, with a scowl. “Then why on Earth did you try to devise a virus that would kill off men, by way of their Y-chromosome?”
Dr. Jenner stared at her, like a man staring down a loathsome vision. As if he was staring down, negating, refuting, her Womynhood – and even her humanity. Finally, he spoke.
“Project Y was no less than the most callous, most destructive imaginable crime against humanity. It was no less than sexual genocide. Furthermore, our ecologists have recognized that the Project Y virus could have spread to other species.
“Had you any idea of the enormity of this crime? It actually goes beyond genocide. You could have destroyed all life on Earth.”
Linda looked blankly, overwhelmed, at Dr. Jenner.
Typical female geneticist: smart enough to create a virus that can literally destroy everything with a Y chromosome, but too stupid to know that animals have that chromosome too. Women, am I right?
The interrogation ends when
Rick Westlake’s self insert a completely original and new character enters the room.
“Chuck? Please come in.”
A tall, slim, well-muscled young man entered the office. “Hi, Doc. This the new girl?” He smiled at Linda, who simply stared back.
Dr. Jenner cleared his throat. “Before you take her, Chuck, have a look at this.” He gestured at his screen, and the damning summary of Linda’s dossier.
Chuck glanced at the screen, and lost about three-fourths of his bonhomie. “I’ve read it. But thanks for the reminder, Doc.”
He turned his eyes back up to the girl, and got back about half of his smile.
Don’t make me use maths to work out his grin; I’m just a silly girl!
Chuck treats Linda like a person – the first time in the book that a man hasn’t raped her immediately – and they sit down in his quarters for a lovely conversation over dinner (freshly caught shark). He still has to enforce “the rules” though, which means she has to sit with her crotch pointing at his face and call him Master. And he has to remind her that she still isn’t really a person.
“But there’s another thing, an even-more-so. You are intelligent. You wouldn’t have gotten in at the Genomics Institute if you hadn’t been qualified. But your emotions – you, all of you women, have lived all your lives at the emotional level of a spoiled brat. A kid.” He looked across the room and sighed. “Our psychologist here is playing a gamble that life as a comfort-girl here might teach some of you better.” His eyes bored into hers, at once daring her to speak up and warning her against it.
So basically, you have to rape the immaturity out of kids. A heartwarming sentiment, since Chuck has his own little girl up on the surface. He asks Linda about her own life:
“I grew up in Washington, DC. In the suburbs – Wheaton. I got interested in science from my mom; she worked at the Department of Agriculture.”
“And your dad?”
Linda frowned. “He left when I was five. We were living in Denver, up till then. They had a fight one night, and the cops took him away. I saw him a couple of times after, then we moved to DC.” Her frown deepened. “He never cared about me. Mom said he was a cheapskate anyways, a deadbeat.” (Yeah, sure, Chuck thought. Wheaton, Montgomery County, on a single mom’s salary. Bet she cleaned him out good before the move.)
“Brothers and sisters?”
“A sister, Jill. She’s six years younger than me.” (Oh, brother. A “step up” for her mother. Bet I know why she divorced.)
Remember, in Rick Westlake’s world there are no deadbeat dads: only lying gold diggers.
We meet another girl, briefly:
“Julie is one of the first girls on Station. She worked her way through college waiting table at Hooters, or some breastaurant like that.”
That’s right, even more lexical possibilities… or possiboobities.
And the chapter ends on a high note when Chuck ties Linda to the bed and makes passionate love to her.
He gazed down at her. “You’re not my daughter,” he said. “She won’t grow up like you, she’s learning better from the start. My dad and mom are taking care of that while I’m down here. You’re a comfort girl, and it’s night-time. It’s time for me to put you to work.” He lifted his shirt over his head, dropped his trousers, and took off his briefs. His cock was rampant, and it bobbed as he stepped over to the bed and sat down. He leaned back on his elbows. His own legs were wide, and there was contempt in his smile. “Let’s see how you are at sucking dick. Comfort me.”