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At farm *name redacted* criminals are given the chance to perform community service. *Name Redacted* is owned by the BCPU and staffed by their agents working undercover as farm girls. Serious criminals are often given community service while awaiting their trial with the possibility to reduce their sentence. They always end up on the farm since no sane person would allow such scum anywhere near them, and this is exactly what the BCPU planned. As the true purpose of the farm is to see if criminals still have some humanity, compassion, or ability to do good in them. If they do, they will go to trial and possibly get their sentence reduced related to how long it will take for them to be reformed back into proper citizens. If they don’t, there will be an “accident” at the farm and a trail won't be necessary.
Ember is a troublesome redhead who was already under investigation by the BCPU for being an accomplice to a double homicide done by her boyfriend Simon. But after Simon tragically died in an accident, no trial was had and no charges were pressed against Ember. But the BCPU kept a silent yet watchful eye on her activities to bring down the hammer of justice she had narrowly avoided if she would ever break the law again.
And breaking the law she did, she caused a traffic incident while under the influence of narcotics, where she killed a family of four while she herself came out with only a fractured wrist and a concussion, which had already healed as there was obviously not a lot to concuss in there.

The BCPU, knowing they could not publicly charge her with the double homicide and give her the death sentence, decided to send her to the farm, where such a thing could be done off the books, by bending the protocols a bit for this unusual circumstance.
After her arrival at the farm, Ember was introduced to her “supervisor”, a young woman named Jenny, who actually was BCPU lieutenant Jennifer and had been briefed on the situation. She showed Ember to her room which was at the end of a hallway, it was a small room, but all the necessities were provided: a bed, desk, closet, and even a vent for the air conditioning. She was told to get comfortable as she did not have any tasks for the day. Ember, delighted she could do her favorite pastime, nothing productive, complied and sat her ass down on the bed. Jenny showing the faintest of smiles left the room and closed the door. After about 20 minutes of nothing, Ember decided to get curious and wanted to wander and look around the building, She had not been given the full tour and had actually not met anyone else besides Jenny. She suspected that this would be done tomorrow as she arrived later in the afternoon and that the other “farmers” were probably busy doing “farmer stuff”. But when Ember tried to leave her room, her door would not open, even with a bit of force the door nor the frame would budge, almost as if the door was not just locked but completely sealed. Then I’ll take the window, she thought to herself, but this room had no windows. But Ember's confusion was quickly replaced with dizziness and shortness of breath, and the last thing she remembers from before passing out was the gentle wiring of the air conditioning.

An unknown amount of time later, Ember woke up again to the gentle purring of an engine. Slowly looking up, she saw a figure standing across from her, but her vision was still hazy. She tried to look around the room to figure out what was going on. She was taped to some kind of chair and the room judging from the size and tools was probably a small shed. Ember had this itchy feeling in her throat and began to quietly cough causing the figure to look back at her. The unexplained shapes finally came together and Ember could see what and who the figure was. A woman was standing before her, wearing some kind of gas mask over her face, with a hose connecting the mask to a tank on her back. The mask made it hard to recognize her but the braid was unmistakable, this was Jenny, the woman who was going to take care of her, as she had said earlier.
“Oh, you woke up again?” Jenny said, her voice slightly muffled by the mask. “That is my bad, I had a lot of other stuff to do today so the sleeping gas from earlier has probably worn off by now.”
Ember continued quietly coughing as she could not clear this itch in her throat.
“It is unfortunate how you have a tragic accident on your first day here,” Jenny continued, her sentences punctuated by the flow of fresh air into her mask. “Working alone in the shed with the door closed while you had a generator running.”
“Those fumes can quickly be fatal, can’t they, Ember?” Jenny asked with a rhetorical tone while directing Ember’s gaze to the generator that was running on the floor between them. It had been running for some time now as the floor was almost covered with grey smoke.
Ember tried to speak, to ask questions, to plead for safety, to beg for survival, but she could not do anything but cough with increasing frequency and intensity.
“Can't you quiet down a bit?” Jenny said, a bit irritated, “I know you are dying and all, but you are not getting out of here alive. No one knows that you are here, no one can hear you, and no one will care. So just keep taking deep breaths and accept your fate.”
Jenny calmly leaned against the wall of the shed and waited for Ember's time to run out.
Jenny had been running errands all day, deleting Ember’s paper trail making her no longer exist on paper, setting up this shed and making sure no one had to use it today, and moving every other “worker” on the farm to work on the far field so no one would ever meet Ember or know that she was here. Now, in a few more minutes, she would be done for the day and could get to bed herself.
Jenny noticed Ember’s coughing becoming more shallow. “Finally getting tired?” she asked. “Good, you can just go to sleep and I will keep watch over you. Well, just until you die, but it is the thought that counts.” she said, almost sounding happy.

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This artwork is a spiritual continuation of “Accident at the Farm”, which is one of my earlier works and looking back, not that well drawn.
Feedback and or art tips are always welcome.

Description
At farm *name redacted* criminals are given the chance to perform community service. *Name Redacted* is owned by the BCPU and staffed by their agents working undercover as farm girls. Serious criminals are often given community service while awaiting their trial with the possibility to reduce their sentence. They always end up on the farm since no sane person would allow such scum anywhere near them, and this is exactly what the BCPU planned. As the true purpose of the farm is to see if criminals still have some humanity, compassion, or ability to do good in them. If they do, they will go to trial and possibly get their sentence reduced related to how long it will take for them to be reformed back into proper citizens. If they don’t, there will be an “accident” at the farm and a trail won't be necessary.
Ember is a troublesome redhead who was already under investigation by the BCPU for being an accomplice to a double homicide done by her boyfriend Simon. But after Simon tragically died in an accident, no trial was had and no charges were pressed against Ember. But the BCPU kept a silent yet watchful eye on her activities to bring down the hammer of justice she had narrowly avoided if she would ever break the law again.
And breaking the law she did, she caused a traffic incident while under the influence of narcotics, where she killed a family of four while she herself came out with only a fractured wrist and a concussion, which had already healed as there was obviously not a lot to concuss in there.

The BCPU, knowing they could not publicly charge her with the double homicide and give her the death sentence, decided to send her to the farm, where such a thing could be done off the books, by bending the protocols a bit for this unusual circumstance.
After her arrival at the farm, Ember was introduced to her “supervisor”, a young woman named Jenny, who actually was BCPU lieutenant Jennifer and had been briefed on the situation. She showed Ember to her room which was at the end of a hallway, it was a small room, but all the necessities were provided: a bed, desk, closet, and even a vent for the air conditioning. She was told to get comfortable as she did not have any tasks for the day. Ember, delighted she could do her favorite pastime, nothing productive, complied and sat her ass down on the bed. Jenny showing the faintest of smiles left the room and closed the door. After about 20 minutes of nothing, Ember decided to get curious and wanted to wander and look around the building, She had not been given the full tour and had actually not met anyone else besides Jenny. She suspected that this would be done tomorrow as she arrived later in the afternoon and that the other “farmers” were probably busy doing “farmer stuff”. But when Ember tried to leave her room, her door would not open, even with a bit of force the door nor the frame would budge, almost as if the door was not just locked but completely sealed. Then I’ll take the window, she thought to herself, but this room had no windows. But Ember's confusion was quickly replaced with dizziness and shortness of breath, and the last thing she remembers from before passing out was the gentle wiring of the air conditioning.

An unknown amount of time later, Ember woke up again to the gentle purring of an engine. Slowly looking up, she saw a figure standing across from her, but her vision was still hazy. She tried to look around the room to figure out what was going on. She was taped to some kind of chair and the room judging from the size and tools was probably a small shed. Ember had this itchy feeling in her throat and began to quietly cough causing the figure to look back at her. The unexplained shapes finally came together and Ember could see what and who the figure was. A woman was standing before her, wearing some kind of gas mask over her face, with a hose connecting the mask to a tank on her back. The mask made it hard to recognize her but the braid was unmistakable, this was Jenny, the woman who was going to take care of her, as she had said earlier.
“Oh, you woke up again?” Jenny said, her voice slightly muffled by the mask. “That is my bad, I had a lot of other stuff to do today so the sleeping gas from earlier has probably worn off by now.”
Ember continued quietly coughing as she could not clear this itch in her throat.
“It is unfortunate how you have a tragic accident on your first day here,” Jenny continued, her sentences punctuated by the flow of fresh air into her mask. “Working alone in the shed with the door closed while you had a generator running.”
“Those fumes can quickly be fatal, can’t they, Ember?” Jenny asked with a rhetorical tone while directing Ember’s gaze to the generator that was running on the floor between them. It had been running for some time now as the floor was almost covered with grey smoke.
Ember tried to speak, to ask questions, to plead for safety, to beg for survival, but she could not do anything but cough with increasing frequency and intensity.
“Can't you quiet down a bit?” Jenny said, a bit irritated, “I know you are dying and all, but you are not getting out of here alive. No one knows that you are here, no one can hear you, and no one will care. So just keep taking deep breaths and accept your fate.”
Jenny calmly leaned against the wall of the shed and waited for Ember's time to run out.
Jenny had been running errands all day, deleting Ember’s paper trail making her no longer exist on paper, setting up this shed and making sure no one had to use it today, and moving every other “worker” on the farm to work on the far field so no one would ever meet Ember or know that she was here. Now, in a few more minutes, she would be done for the day and could get to bed herself.
Jenny noticed Ember’s coughing becoming more shallow. “Finally getting tired?” she asked. “Good, you can just go to sleep and I will keep watch over you. Well, just until you die, but it is the thought that counts.” she said, almost sounding happy.

—
This artwork is a spiritual continuation of “Accident at the Farm”, which is one of my earlier works and looking back, not that well drawn.
Feedback and or art tips are always welcome.