My brother dutifully lived in fear as each day slowly but surely they stripped away more and more of any shred of human that he may have had in him. At this rate, he might not even get to his eighth birthday before being robotized. Still he appeared to become more and more like a normal child than he ever was the more this went on. So normal in fact people stopped feeling sorry for him. This, my evil Satanist parents, I mean my good God fearing Christian caretakers, took as success. That a perfect human could indeed be molded by brute force.
The worst part is that like most fanatics, they claimed everything they did was in God’s name. Keeping my brother pure. Keeping him holy in God’s eyes. Making sure that his entry into the Kingdom of Heaven was not only secure but beyond destruction. My brother spent his days praying that heaven would come soon. That he would wake up one day and it would all be over. He accidentally said this prayer out loud once before bed.