Scene 41: Comm Ev

Daisy stands before Amory’s Comm Ev committee, summoned to give them an update on the status of the case. This is the first convening of the group which will determine Amory’s future.

Previously On:

Daisy catches Adam and Amory in an intimate moment.

Last Lines: She must continue her strategy of routing out properly if she ever wants to build a real life for herself one day.

Daisy stands before Amory’s Comm Ev committee, summoned to give them an update on the status of the case. This is the first convening of the group which will determine Amory’s future. Daisy’s hands guard the file of evidence and hold it close to her chest. Each of the uniforms in the room is perfectly pressed, the creases in the sleeves holding firm through each slight movement.

Daisy stands straight upright, her heels lightly touching and her shoulder blades arching in towards each other. She has convinced herself that she must do whatever it takes to get Amory thrown in the RPF, that The Church is in danger otherwise. And she is here to plead her case.

One of the uniforms asks her, “How is the Int Rundown progressing?”

“Well, Sir,” Daisy begins using the correct intonation of “Action,” which is number 20.0 on the tone scale. “We began Amory’s Int Rundown yesterday.”

“And?”

“And, Sir, to be honest, it did not go very well.” Daisy quiets her reactive mind and does not reveal any emotion on her face. She must be fully in control of this situation.

A different uniform questions her this time, “And why not?”

Daisy straightens her back and looks at him confidently before continuing, “Sir, she had a strong read on the command, ‘recall a time when you were put in something.’ It was almost a Rock Slam, Sir.” Daisy steps closer to the row of officers, her voice revealing a hint of strain at every word. She continues, “I strongly believe that Amory is a threat to the group. Her evil intentions could do serious harm to us. She should be sent to the RPF immediately.”

For a moment, she feels a slight pang of guilt. But she only has to remind herself that she’s working for the greatest good for the greatest number of dynamics to quiet this reaction. She must protect the group against any possible enemies, even if they are her long-time friends.

“Yes, Daisy,” one of the lower officers answers her. “Your opinion is noted and recorded.”

Another uniform jumps in the exchange. “A Rock Slam?” She asks pointedly, “Are you sure?”

“Yes, Sir. Very sure. It surprised me as well. Amory is the last person I would expect to have evil intentions against L. Ron Hubbard. She went on and on about how she was forced to be in The Church. I don’t know what’s happened to her.”

“But it wasn’t a Rock Slam?” a different officer asks, his tone a clear indication of his skepticism.

“Well, it was close, Sir.” She tries to picture the e-meter screen and exactly what the reading was. “It almost was.”

“Well was it or wasn’t it?” the officer asks, his voice growing louder and harsher.

Unprepared for the questions, Daisy scrambles for a defense. She pauses, taking a moment to regain her composure. She continues, “The reading was exactly one notch under a Rock Slam. I thought about alerting you immediately but decided against it since she did not have an actual Rock Slam. I have the evidence here, if you would like …” Daisy approaches her superiors, her file of evidence extended out before her like an offering.

“And who gave you the authority to make that decision?” A different officer throws another sharp question. He grabs the file from her and begins combing through the documents.

“I … I” Daisy searches for the correct words to guard herself. “I though …”

The ranking officer interjects, “If you think she should be in the RPF, make it a Rock Slam next time. You write the report, after all.” He takes Amory’s file from the other officer and waves it in Daisy’s face. “It should say what you need it to say.”

Daisy nods humbly, keeping her eyes cast to the floor. “Of course, Sirs,” she says. “Anything to serve The Church.” She retreats backward, leaving her evidence on the table before them.

“That will be all for now. Keep up apprised of any significant developments.” He turns his back to Daisy and consults with the other officers quietly.

Daisy exits the room silently, hiding the rage she feels at the inaction of her superiors. They must be idiots if they can’t see what a threat Amory really is. Slowly lifting her hand to the door knob, she forces herself to think with her analytic mind. She knows she must examine the situation in order to devise a new battle plan for herself, so she calms the pace of her walk in order to think. She suspects that they are protecting Amory because of her strong record of service and perhaps because of her mother’s high rank. But even those facts do not usually justify privileged treatment in The Church. She wonders if there is something else, a vital fact she is missing. She knows what to do, something that always makes her feel better.

Scenes from the Next:

Daisy recruits an ally.

Scene 34: Int Rundown, Part 1

There is no read on any of the first commands. Daisy sits patiently, with full confidence the needle will reveal at least one of Amory’s secrets. She keeps her eyes trained on the e-meter, hunting for the slightest indication of a read.

Previously On:

Amory learns that Daisy will handle her Int Rundown.

Last Lines: This dishonest reassurance makes her nauseous. She steps back from Daisy, now seeing that Daisy does not care about her or want to help her, that Daisy is trying to lull her into a false sense of security so that she can use her for her own gain. She suppresses her gag reflexes and swallows the saliva building in her mouth, needing to retain everything she can.

The session begins like every other one with Daisy asking, “Are you hungry?”

Amory knows that she must be cautious in what she reveals if she wants to get through the tech. She lies, “No.” She’s been malnourished for the past three weeks, but if she tells the truth, the session will be further delayed.  She just wants to get it over with.

“Good. Are you tired?”

“No.” Another falsehood. After working all day at the Celebrity Center she is exhausted.

“Have you had an Affinity, Reality, or Communication break?”

“No.” Again, she lies. How can she not be upset? Her entire life has deteriorated. She is upset with everyone—the auditor sitting across from her, all of her “friends” who won’t even look at her, the Church uniforms who are dictating every second of every day, her family, her mom, especially her mom. And now they’re saying she’s had a psychotic break. She fears the e-meter will read but hopes it doesn’t.

“Okay. Let’s get started.” Daisy goes through the Int commands: “Recall a time when you went in … Recall a time when you caused another to go in … Recall a time when others caused you to go in … Recall a time when you caused yourself to go in.” Amory sits silently and lets the e-meter speak for her.

There is no read on any of the first commands. Daisy sits patiently, with full confidence the needle will reveal at least one of Amory’s secrets. She keeps her eyes trained on the e-meter, hunting for the slightest indication of a read.

And then it happens. Daisy commands: “Recall a time when you were put in something.” The needle jumps across the screen. It’s almost a rock slam, a violent reaction of the needle that indicates evil intentions or someone wanting to harm L. Ron Hubbard. Rock slammers are taken immediately to the RPF. “There! There! What were you thinking about just now?” Daisy asks.

Amory is forced to speak. “I was thinking about a couple weeks ago when I was put in this ethics program.”

Daisy must push her to explain. She asks, “Did that upset you?”

Amory knows she needs to elaborate. She decides to be honest, to listen to herself for once and not say what they want to hear. “Yes it did.”

When Daisy asks her why, she explains, “Well, let me think … I am completely cut off from everyone I know and can’t talk to anyone. I’m living in a shit hole. I’m doing hard physical labor every day, all day. I can hardly eat anything. Is that enough?” Pointedly, she stares Daisy in the eyes, shooting a look of cold and steel.

“Can you see that the ethics program is for your own good?” Daisy asks in the familiar Church rhetoric.

Amory is tired of feeling scared and confused. She is sick of the work and the pressure of saving the world. Being in isolation has given her a taste of freedom, and she doesn’t know if she can go back to her old life. She sees her hands trembling. She wants to drop the cans, but she can’t. She replies in a whisper of a voice, “Yeah, The Church thinks it’s good for me, but I don’t know anymore.” A weight lifts immediately from her chest and her headache eases.

Daisy watches the needle jump back and forth. Amory sees her eyes following the movement. She hopes it’s not a rock slam. If it is, she’s in great danger.

Daisy can’t stop now. She continues to press Amory. “Can you explain?”

Amory thinks about how to voice her recent revelation. She knows she must be careful with her words. Admitting any intention to leave The Church is one of the biggest crimes a Sea Org member can commit. She knows she could be vindictively declared an SP—a suppressive person who has evil intentions against the group—and excommunicated entirely.

She continues, “I’m not sure. I’m still pretty confused about everything. I don’t think I want to be here anymore, and they say I’m in a condition of doubt. I didn’t think I was when I wrote the formula. But now, I think I may be.” The words surprise even her as she hears what she is saying. She has been having these thoughts but didn’t fully realize their implications until she said them and they became real.

Daisy is also surprised. She didn’t think it would be this easy to handle Amory. She wants Amory to elaborate, to say definitively that she wants to leave, so she asks, “Why do you feel this way? Don’t you know that The Church has all the answers?”

Every phrase from Daisy’s mouth sounds as if it is taken directly from a LRH directive and makes Amory’s skin crawl. “Of course. I know … I know. I’ve known my whole life,” she says in frustration.

Daisy asks the required follow-up question: “Can you think of an earlier, similar time?”

Amory can no longer hold back. The words that have been building spill from her mouth. “Yes and no. No, I’ve never been in doubt about wanting to be part of the group. That is new. But yes, about being put in. I’ve been put in dozens, hundreds of times. Let’s see … when I was put on my current post, when I was put in all the classes I’ve taken, when I was put in the Sea Org. Let me think, all the way back to when my mom put me in the day care. My whole life is a long series of being put in something.” Amory looks Daisy square in the eyes and says, “You, if anyone, should understand that.”

Even without seeing it, Amory knows the needle is jumping back and forth more violently than before. She can see it in Daisy’s reaction to the e-meter. She must be close to a rock slam, if she’s not there already. This is uncharted territory for her. She’s done thousands of auditing sessions, but she has never been close to this.

Her hands begin to tremble and she must concentrate to keep a firm grasp on the cans. Amory must control her truth and keep it guarded behind her lips, otherwise she will be here answering questions all night. Or worse. The top brass already think she’s dangerous, but this would make her situation heretical. She knows plenty of people who were sent to the RPF for years for far less egregious offenses. Breathe, she tells herself. Breathe and slow your heart rate.

Daisy’s excitement is hard to contain as she knows she almost has Amory admitting intentions to leave. She shouts, “There! There! What were you thinking of then?”

Daisy’s reaction to her possible demise makes Amory sick. Everything starts falling into place for her—the accusations in her sec-check, her horrid treatment for being depressed, her sister in the RPF, her mother’s abandonment. Her own guilt and fear and obedience. Her participation in the whole charade. The pieces all come together and paint a subversive picture of control and domination.

Scenes from the Next:

Amory has a realization as the Int Rundown session concludes.