Dystopia: Chapter 2 – Midwife, Aborted, Page 24
A flashback sequence - Inside a dim, stone-walled cavern, the Counselor—an elderly man with round glasses, a silver cap and ornamental robes, and an unnervingly calm demeanor—addresses a group of young girls dressed in identical light-blue uniforms. These girls, including Angie (distinguished by the small mole on her cheek), have been chosen to become midwives, destined to serve the Tribunal in a ritual that erases individuality in favor of obedience and unity.
The Counselor tells the girls not to worry—each of them is about to embark on a “glorious journey” that will further humanity’s progress. He reminds the girls that they are all merely “tools” of the Tribunal, working together as “one mind, one body, one purpose.”
The counselor gestures expansively, his tone that of both scientist and preacher. Their questions, he says, are best left unanswered until “the process” begins—then they will understand everything. As he clasps his hands to his chest, the Counselor chants, “We will be one mind, one body, one purpose.” The girls echo his words in perfect unison, their expressions blank and compliant.
In the final panels, the Counselor’s voice continues as he gives the command, “My hands, let us proceed.” The girls stand still, awaiting the next step. The page closes on this chilling moment, signaling the imminent loss of individuality as the midwives surrender to the Tribunal’s collective will.
A flashback sequence - Inside a dim, stone-walled cavern, the Counselor—an elderly man with round glasses, a silver cap and ornamental robes, and an unnervingly calm demeanor—addresses a group of young girls dressed in identical light-blue uniforms. These girls, including Angie (distinguished by the small mole on her cheek), have been chosen to become midwives, destined to serve the Tribunal in a ritual that erases individuality in favor of obedience and unity.
The Counselor tells the girls not to worry—each of them is about to embark on a “glorious journey” that will further humanity’s progress. He reminds the girls that they are all merely “tools” of the Tribunal, working together as “one mind, one body, one purpose.”
The counselor gestures expansively, his tone that of both scientist and preacher. Their questions, he says, are best left unanswered until “the process” begins—then they will understand everything. As he clasps his hands to his chest, the Counselor chants, “We will be one mind, one body, one purpose.” The girls echo his words in perfect unison, their expressions blank and compliant.
In the final panels, the Counselor’s voice continues as he gives the command, “My hands, let us proceed.” The girls stand still, awaiting the next step. The page closes on this chilling moment, signaling the imminent loss of individuality as the midwives surrender to the Tribunal’s collective will.
