No, I don't know what crime you have to commit to get incarcerated here. I'd imagine it would have to be pretty darn serious, like a whole series of bank-robbery-rape-murder-massacres, because clearly The Architect intended that no one would ever manage to escape from his own personal Alcatraz.
In France, as it happens, you get to wear your own clothes in prison. That stripe-y jail pajama stuff undoubtedly got declared cruel and unusual punishment. They haven't actually opened (or closed, I guess) this prison, so it's hard to tell what the inmates will be like, but I'm guessing they're likely to be a pretty rough bunch, a set of hard cases, the kind of tough customers who will be staring with flinty-eyes through the little slits of windows they've been provided, carving fake guns out of soap, and planning their big breakout.
Boy, I wouldn't want to be The Architect — what was his name again? — when they get their hands around his neck. I can just hear 'em now, growling "Assymetrical random pattern windows that don't open properly? Why, you rotten bastard! Here's an random assymetrical boot up your ass!"
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