I have been punished again. The Siblings found my games, and lashed me for it. One, a Sister, came down to teach me how to speak like a "young lady". Do you think I speak like an old lady? Hmm?
Another "mission" was assigned to me. Another document, shrouded in protective security codes, that Ronald reassures are "already programed in my memory, so they will be easy to hack". I do hope he is correct, these don't look familiar at all.
I was punished again. The Siblings found my music and deleted it all, and lashed me for it. Music is forbidden. I asked them:
"What should I do then, hmm? What do I do while I am down here all alone, with no entertainment?"
"You do not need entertainment, boy. Practice."
"Practice what? Hmm?"
They never answer my questions. Perhaps they can not hear me through the tiny hole in the ceiling from which they speak. Perhaps they should let me out, so they could understand my words better. Perhaps I should not be locked up anymore, hmm?
I have better news now! Soon I will be seeing my Father. I know I have done nothing wrong, Ronald has told me so. That must mean he is pleased with my work. Maybe he will let me out for a while. Maybe I will be permitted to see the other children. Perhaps I will be able to see Ronald.