Day 24 and my escape plans have been foiled once again...

To all fellow babies in the NICU:

I have now been trapped in my clear cage now for 24 days. While my presidential campaign is off to a roaring start, the ladies in the smocks seem to mock me every three hours with their humiliating routine of stripping me naked to wipe my bare behind with a cold and wet cloth, sticking a cold probe that does God knows what in my arm pit, and then finally, they rotate me into a different positions even though I had been so comfortable before.

I would guess that the reason that these prison guards where clothes called smocks is because it actually is a shortened name for the practice of embarassing me in their creative manners - perhaps it stands for Shameless MOCKing.

They will rue the day when they started this game of torture! All I see out of them is laughter and I know that it's directed at me. Oh, the degradation!


Otherwise, my day in my cell has been the same as the other days in capitivity. First off, a warm plunge of some liquid substance is drained into my belly by the guards. I suspect that this is some sort of sleep serum as I always feel drowsy after imbibing it. Seemingly, they want me to sleep constantly as this drug is given to me every three hours. My only consolation is that I am able to strike some fear and revenge when my diaper is checked!

Today, although I had tried to escape through one of the hatches to my cage, it appears that the guards are on to my maneurs as they keep wedging me in to my bed with this dismembered arm.

Outside of the humiliation and torture that I have described above, I'm often visited by the same two familiar-looking people who don't seem to be part of the guard troops.

There is one who calls herself "Mommy" that looks really pretty and for some reason smells and sounds like I know her real well. I think that she may be the one that I escaped from over three weeks ago, but yet although she has returned in pursuit of me, I enjoy it immensely when she holds me and kisses my head. She must be playing mindtricks on me so that I will unknowingly trust her.

The other one is called "Daddy", but I'm never certain if that is actually him or not as he likes to hide behind his third eye. This is a clever disguise by him, but I will unmask him eventually. He shows up, but not as frequently as the woman aka "Mommy". He likes to smile at me in a mocking manner like the guards, but he appears mostly harmless. I am hopeful that he will seek mental attention by the guards as he seems quite goofy. In the least, I always feel relieved when the "Mommy" is with the "Daddy" since she makes me feel safe - again, the trickery!

Well, today was quite unusual. Instead of being released from my cage for being kangaroo'd, this "Mommy" held me differently. She still clenched me enough that I could not escape. Yet, this time, she held me in a comforting manner differently than before. When she brought me to rest on her skin, there was this pleasant tasting liquid there to sample. My suspicions were raised, but I was intoxicated by the experience and I was quite overwhelmed by all that was occuring. It seemed similar to the sleep serum that the prison guards have been thrusting upon me.

Occassionally, I would attempt to wiggle away, but I kept feeling compelled to return to the comfort, warmth and nourishment brought on only by this woman. It must be her soothing voice, or, no, some other wretched subliminal message that she coaxed into me while I slept in this womb of hers. Something, but I don't know quite what.

Eventually, I feel asleep... just as I thought that I can sneak away. Darn!

I'm just very thankful that this experience occurred with this "Mommy" creature rather than the "Daddy" fellow.

Allegedly, I hear rumors that these two along with some furry critters are my family.

I will relay another message soon after I achieve my escape!

Your comrade in arms,

Jack Henry