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"What is it?" he asked. I had rendered great service to the state of Cos. "Yes?" he said. Suddenly it had occurred to me that I could become free! When again might such an opportunity present itself? I was from Earth! Surely I was not so contemptible and despicable that I cared to remain a slave! Surely it was wrong that a collar should be on me! Perhaps on others, but not on me! Not on me, surely! Had I not been Judy Thornton, of Earth? Surely I should not be a slave! How could that be? Was I not of Earth? Must I not seize this opportunity to win my freedom! How often might such an opportunity come to a girl? How helpless and vulnerable I was as a slave! Did I not understand that? I viewed the dimensions of my servitude. We were at the mercy of our masters. I shook with the frissons of a girl's fear. 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. - (Slave Girl of Gor, Chapter )