Among Imperial citizens， the ‘female’ as such carries numerous connotations ？ commodity， labor force， consumable good， resource ？ it would be no exaggeration to consider them the foundation of civilized society itself. It has therefore always been of utmost importance to preserve the male-female ratio so as to maintain the comfort of male livelihood. For a long time， unitary management by the Empire was accomplished by establishing concentration camps to raise large quantities of females as livestock.
When I was still young， I once visited the famous Michelle Concentration Camp while interning as a journalist at the Empire’s Truth television channel as a fresh graduate. As an intern， opportunities like being granted a field visit were hard to come by. Ironically， it was one of those rare and momentous field visits that would drive me to abandon the path to becoming a journalist.
While I only have a vague recollection of the event after so many years， the things which left the most profound impression was the rather unpleasant smell and the workers in rubber attire and boots， walking amongst tens of thousands of cages. The cages were extremely small in size and contained infant girls which had not reached ○○ years of age. A worker would take a high pressure water hose and rinse off the girls inside the cages， while another worker ladled out a large scoop of sticky matter out of a large bucket and placed it in a feeding trough.
New cages were continuously being unloaded from trucks， only to be replaced by another stack of new cages set for a different destination. From what I could barely gather， there appeared to be tens of thousands of such cages， yet even more were stored inside other warehouses within the concentration camp.
During a break， one of my colleagues became intrigued with one of the little girls in a nearby cage and persisted in toying with her. He thought of having her point her ass towards him and provide close-up shots of her young and tender pussy. But no matter how much he gestured towards camera， the girl didn’t seem to grasp his intention. Indeed， she not only lacked the ability to speak， but was also unable to understand anything we said.
She just stared at me blankly from inside the cage， her messy hair clinging to her dirty， yet strangely adorable little face. I knew that she would grow up to become a beauty. While the concentration camp appeared dilapidated， it was equipped with first-class laboratories where every pregnant female underwent a detailed DNA screening to ensure the quality of its ‘goods.’
I gazed at the girl， and felt something rise in my chest that couldn’t be expressed in words.
Even as I returned home after the interview and lay in bed， I tossed and turned， her face always on my mind. I felt that something about everything I had seen was out of place， though I couldn’t place my finger on what it was. It wasn’t until I came across a blind slave a few days later when I suddenly realized what was missing:
The eyes！
Even with a beautiful face and the perfect body， a girl is not ‘alive.’ Those empty and lifeless eyes ruin everything else about her， and this is clearly caused by the sort of inhumane domestication methods they employ at the concentration camps.
Even if they ever gained the ability to speak or read in the future， these girls will always remain nothing but soulless husks as long as they are stuck in those camps. Having realized this， I lost all interest in the women around me.
That was when I recognized the goal to which I would devote my entire life.

--- From The Woman’s Soul
Sato Hidenaka， Founder of the Female Prison Academy