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Too, of course, if Clitus Vitellius should somehow regain his freedom, unlikely though that might be, I had little doubt that he would remember the girl who had betrayed him. - (Slave Girl of Gor, Chapter 20, Sentence #585)

Did I want truly to be a slave? How could that be? To have no choice but to obey, and serve! Surely that could not be true! I must not let it be true! I must not let it be true! And then I felt, rising within me, the feelings of Earth, so insidious, grievous and ugly, the reflexes, emotions and responses which had been pervasively, subtly engineered into me, to shape me into an ideological product designed to perpetuate a culture at war with nature, a prison of stereotypes alien to a natural world, a culture designed with the success, thriving and welfare in mind only of the those who could profit from the frightened, the shallow, the incomplete, the manipulable, the thwarted, and hating, the ruthless artisans of, and profiteers from, organized pathologies. And as Earth spoke in me, I felt reflexively, dutifully, what I had been told I should feel, what I had been taught I ought to feel, what it had been programmed into me I must feel if I were to satisfy pre-established cultural criteria, if I were to be smiled upon and commended, too, lest I bear the terrible burdens of difference, of ostracization, of isolation and scorn. Surely I must win my freedom! How terrifying to be what I was, a slave! I was in a collar! I was owned! Was this not horrifying, that I might be silked, or stripped, or bound, that I must serve without question, and in all ways? They must free me! I must be freed! I must have my freedom! I deserved it! I had done well! Indeed, Aurelion, my very master, had said that, that I had done well! Surely I might now be freed! "What is it, Yata?" asked Aurelion, proprietor of the Chatka and Curla, my master. Too, of course, if Clitus Vitellius should somehow regain his freedom, unlikely though that might be, I had little doubt that he would remember the girl who had betrayed him. And I did not doubt but what, as he had said, a warrior's vengeance is not a light thing. If I were free, I might hide, slip away, change identities, be in any one of a thousand cities, be untraceable. As a slave I must await him at the Chatka and Curla, fearing each stranger who might enter, fearing it might be he. - (Slave Girl of Gor)