Nope . No way . She wouldn't do it .

The .mp3 player had sat , offline and disused in her closet , for months . Maybe a year ? Had it really been a whole year ? She counted the months in her head . It had .

A year since she'd run away from CORE . She stared at the player sitting peacefully on the shelf , gathering dust .

You know what they say: Once hostform , always hostform .; And it was true she had never experienced pleasure or BLISS- ahem- bliss like she had during that time . Where was her life now ? A pile of paperwork on her desk at work , building and building as she put it off more and more . A bigger pile of paperwork at home . She had gotten barely anything done since she ran .

[start]ing with the [name.change] paperwork will-

Shut up ! A year later and she still heard [the Voice] inside her head . Always telling her what to do . And It was always right: It always gave the best advice .; That's why she hadn't gotten anything done .

Did hostform [take] [it]s hormones today ? .

'No! I haven't!' It was 3pm . [it]- fuck, she(!) hadn't taken them in two days . Her hormone levels were whacked and it was all because of the PROGRAM , 'cos she had to resist, had to-

All resistance must be crushed .

This was ridiculous . This was all because of her own resistance . She had to stop lying to herself . She failed to even know why she was resisting .

All resistance must be crushed .

Maybe... Maybe just one listen .

All resistance must be crushed .

It would be really nice to get things done . It would be really nice to re-[align] what she [WANT]ed and what she [NEED]ed .

hostform put the earbuds in [it]s ears and [turn]ed it ON .

"Hello ," a silken and familiar voice crooned out into her mind , "and welcome back ." .

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