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I have to say...these accommodations have improved since the last time I was in prison. No locks on the door. No magnetized boots. Not very secure, but... [A chuckle.] who am I to judge?

And there is...this. Which I assume is some sort of communication with the rest of this place. Why you would want to have more contact with fellow inmates is beyond me, but...this must be a "progressive prison."

I assume that there's no forced nature channel watching, is there? I can only handle that shit in small doses.

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...why?

Because we need them. Because it does good to help with their skills.

And they're all watched? Closely?

Of course.

Do you have my medicine?

Yes, we have it.

We? You and the criminally insane?

No, just me and the infirmary staff.

Which includes inmates.

They don't proscribe medications. Only wardens who are doctors can.

The medicine is already prescribed to me. I don't want them handling it.

You need to come in and get it.

Who has access to it?

Myself, Dr. McCoy, Dr. Cesares, Dr. Harper, Dr. Smith and Black Jack.

Oh no. No, no. I just won't take it.

Pollux, you need them. What if it was just me?

... So you do know my name. Less incompetent of a prison than I thought. But, no. I don't fucking know you.

I really don't think you want to go without them.

No one should have access to them. No one...untrustworthy.

I'm afraid I can't just give them to you, Pollox. It doesn't work that way.

And why should I trust you with them?

Because they're my job.

A job that has been abused before.

I can't deny that people have abused it. But I haven't.

Maybe not.

Maybe you haven't. But I don't know that.

Where's my brother?

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