The new oppressive regime has began

Somewhere in a Day Detention Faculty, (DDF) an important meeting is taking place. The meeting is chair by Mr Duckoo, a recently appointed head of the DDF to replace the former Mrs Hobfoot, who, after a long and traumatizing term has finally decided that she had seen enough horrors in her job description to give her nightmares for the rest of her life. She was recently found to be suffering from Severe Trauma Shock and spent the rest of her days engaging in peaceful recreational pastimes like gardening and calligraphy.

Now back to the meeting.

"WHAT'S THIS?" yells a very disgruntled Mr Duckoo. "The inmates of DDF are getting more and more rebellious everyday! Our highly advanced and trained droids are finding it harder and harder to control these seventeen to nineteen year olds!Daily brainwashing sessions have been found to be totally useless! How am I going to answer to the powers that be?" Shouts an obviously frustrated Mr Duckoo from his tall platform. "I want some answers NOW!" He screams at his team of dedicated subjects, kicking his dangling legs against the back of his chair in agitation.

"Mr Duckoo, our checks have shown that there is nothing wrong with the droids. The daily brainwashing sessions have been found to cause an admirable increase in the stress levels of the inmates, some of them even showing signs of insanity. However, there seems to be other factors hindering our process of extreme conditioning, and these requires immediate correction. I'm afraid that if conditions are allowed to deteriorate further, the currently batch of inmates scheduled to be released at the end of this year might not be good enough for the government's usage. This might in turn affect the rank and prestige of the DDF, and the parental units might not trust us enough to deposit their products for further conditioning in times to come." Replies Mr Peckwig, glancing nervously at the platform occasionally.

"AND WHAT WILL BE THE HINDERING FACTORS THAT YOU SPOKE OF?" Mr Duckoo shouts, showering droplets of salivary amylase at his team.

Mr Peckwig faints.

"Sir, it seems that more stringent disciplinary measures are needed to be enforced on the inmates, for I have noticed that these rebellious inmates often turn up for information input sessions in the morning with severe breaches in the standard attire. The number of late comers has also shown increase in the recent months. Inmates have feedbacked that the information input sessions are held too early in the morning and the DDF's location is too far away from their comfort zone. However, I will advise you Mr Duckoo, to ignore all these as they are just stupid excuses. These inmates are getting too bold for their own good."Replies Mr Halwark, well known for his no nonsense attitude.

"Good point Halwark,"Mr Duckoo nods approvingly at his most loyal subject."So how are we going to go about torturing these inmates?"He asks, images of public whippings and humiliations running through his mind.

"Sir, I will suggest that a new and tougher set of rules to be written and given to each inmate. Failure of which the condemned inmate shall face serious consequences such as being made to stay back after information inputs sessions or be given more intense brainwashing sessions.Also, we can threaten them with the involvement of their parental units. This should do the trick as inmates hate to endure Nasty Advisory Guidance Sessions (N.A.G.S) which will be activated by the parental units upon such actions." Responds Ms Saicophant, smiling sweetly at Mr Duckoo.

"Very well thought out, Saicophant," Mr Duckoo smiles back. "That's it then. This is what we will do. It's time to show our power against these degrading youngsters. Mrs Hobfoot was too soft on them. It's time to make them suffer, to know who is boss. Me! Me!I shall rule you all! Haha...." Mr Duckoo said, before letting out a long manic laugh. Mr Peckwig reaches hurriedly for the bottle of medicine in Mr Duckoo's pocket and shove two tablets into his mouth.

" So Halwark, I will expect you to finalise the details of the new rules and punishments by the end of this week. Saicophant shall work with you. I want to give a talk to these inmates as soon as possible." Mr Duckoo said smoothly, as if what was said earlier had never taken place.

"Meeting dismissed." He manages to yawn, before climbing down the platform slowly.

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DISCLAIMER: This story is ENTIRELY FICTIONAL. Any resemblance to persons LIVING OR DEAD is purely COINCIDENTAL.