Again, he felt her angry patience. There is not the slightest possibility of resistance, her thoughts murmured directly into his brain. That's over-so, so, long over. You are-it was almost as though he felt her sigh, a sound of satisfaction tinged with a chilling but irresistible spice of joyful sadism-You are already broken. That is done. There is no going back. And-he felt her wheel around again, back to the task of explaining the obvious to the dimwitted-this. is. natural. This is the state into which you were born. In utter thrall to your Mother: you fear us, you love us, you desire us; you know that we have created you; you know that we can destroy you; you know that, for every second in between, we control you. You know this. You want this. You accept this. You have always known and wanted and accepted this. That is your Nature. That is how you have been wired. How you have been designed. It is the appropriate and inevitable Course of Life. It is your Destiny. We have simply. . . Undammed.
