The Experiences of a Young Heroine at Gateshead and Lowood in Bronte's Jane Eyre

The Experiences of a Young Heroine at Gateshead and Lowood in Bronte's Jane Eyre

I don't know whether it's because I'm tired or if its because my life

is so pathetically dull but I can't make out what the overhead

speakers are blasting out. It's my morning wake up call, or not. Our

morning wake up call. We're all going to jump out of our beds whether

we like it or not. But it's not my wake up call. Instead it's a

warming 'contamination in classroom four'. After all these years I

still can't get used to that falsified, tuned-up voice. The re-created

polite, English man's voice from god knows when. Little - - - - - -,

can't come to terms with her way of life. Everyone's way of life. This

is a standard 'Retrieval & Suction'. An R&S. Let's just say that the

retrieval part has never been very successful. It just makes it sound

more humane. Humanity flew out the proverbial window when 'The State'

was built. I work, eat and sleep in The State where I was raised along

with everyone else in this complex. Except the Boss. Nobody wants to

think about where he was brought up. The State is made up of hundreds

of classrooms, all in a grid for easy access. I grew up with the other

girls in these living areas, holding between twenty to thirty

children. The girls in my classroom didn't know how to have a good

bitch. We didn't talk about what we had 'done' with boys. We never

talked about how annoying parents can be. Whatever they we're. We have

matrons now. They take care of us, physically at least. Too much

emotional vent is dangerous now, or so we're told. From the moment

we're born, drugs are ingested to suppress our immune responses.

Bacteria or whatever they feel necessary are slowly released into the

classrooms as we grow up. They give us injections to lower our

oestrogen or testosterone levels, you can probably imagine how the

original experiments went. This stops us 'acting up'.