Never the Red Generator Room

This is going to make Room 101 seem like some kind of beautiful dream. The sort with plentiful chocolate and puppies bounding over to offer you fuzzy nuzzles. Or cats if that’s your bag for some strange reason. The red generator room is an instrument of markedly greater torture.

The real power it has lies in your own imagination. Once a sneaking suspicion has wormed its way into your subconscious there’s a distinct possibility that you’ll find it in the red generator room. Of course, this works in your favour if you’re someone who might be stereotypically described as boring as the activity of watching paint drying. Then your mundane impulses will mean that the more outlandish imaginings of the more creative will be unable to bother you.

However, that’s not to say that anyone gets off lightly. Pretty much everyone will react the same way if you prod them with a pointy stick. Especially if it’s more of a red hot poker and rather than prodding with it you’re opting for something that resembles a jamming motion into an orifice they might prefer remains unmolested. Not that I’m trying to give you pointers when it comes to torture or anything. I shall leave that to the staff of the red generator room.

Why red? I would have thought that would be obvious. Sure, black has a higher profile within these sorts of arenas but red’s done some excellent work in drawing your attention to its endeavours. It might well stoke flames and inflame passions or what have you but most of that is driven by fear. The creep of Communism through countries over the course of the past century has been more than enough to terrify many.

Plus, just think of yourself trapped in a hazy red bubble. The generator is powering away, malevolently signalling that doom is coming for you rather sooner than you may prefer. It’s sweltering, there’s no way out and you can’t see anything properly. At least if it was black you could surrender yourself to the darkness but the hue of the walls is serving as a way to disorient you. Never, this hell must never come for you.

Song choices courtesy of: Murray Gold, Ramin Djiwadi and Thomas Newman

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