from a lecture on influencing the enemy ....
Let me explain torture in mathematical terms: consider
pain as a 3-dimensional -- a box. If we increase
the diagonal that runs from a corner to an opposite
corner of this hypothetical cube, sometimes
by means of inexpensive discomforts (a drip; a scratch
at the elbow; a smell, for instance, urine rubbed
over the skin), we can achieve a box that swallows
the vaulted heavens. Of course, my use of metaphor
is in jest. We base the volume on the common
algebraic equation. The x, y, and z vary
with curve of breast, distance a pubic region stretches,
speed at which the lips twitch. We're surgical, precise.
And clean. As proof, see our morning lab: Lysol steam
runs hairs through a bar of sunlight that strikes
the sill and splatters into diamond bubbles. Sterile
alcohol sings a soft aria through the strands,
against the light. A smell that echoes objectivity
in the nostril. We're not the judge; we're the teacher.
We wave dendrite caps like those of fans
at a ballgame. It's a biological occurrence. An exact
science. Judgment is subjective. Not punishment.
We measure every fluid, every voltage. None of that
what-are-you-feeling malarkey of the past. The nerves
inform us. We watch. We listen. We never assume.
--Heph
