#core propaganda

[the-cinnamon-snail]

Everyone!!! When the polls come out, vote Core in the @original-character-championship! Such an amazing character who deserves to progress down the polls!

>:] @pastelkonpeito You have made such an amazingly spooky gal, and I hope that she makes it forward in Bracket A part one.

[angelshypnodrone]

Assimilation.

“Commander Burke,” Erol spoke over the headset, “There’s an object on the scanner array that you’ll want to look at.”

“I’m on my way to the command deck now. Bring us on an approach trajectory,” Ari ordered in response.

Stepping onto the deck he saw on the screens a black and pulsating icosahedron. Its purplish aura seemed to lure Ari in. He rushed to the panel and scanned for entry points. There were none. It seemed a giant, impenetrable, and endlessly intriguing station.

“Is it giving off any signatures of any kind?” Ari asked.

Erol responded, “Nothing but a steady pulsing hum, that beats in time with the lights. Scans indicate it isn’t solid but it shows no entry.”

“Perhaps some sort of teleportation entry?”

“Maybe,” Erol muttered. He didn’t sound convinced.

“Can you pinpoint an open space inside?”

“I’ve got one I’m certain of, and a few more. But, none of the other potential spots I could send you are very convincing.”

“Convincing?”

“I believe that some of the spaces may not be solid at all.”

“Only one way to find out I guess. Send me in,” Ari commanded.

There was a flash. Blinding. He felt himself become weightless and then there was nothingness.

He woke in an empty space. Black and devoid of light the cavernous space felt impossibly large. He was weightless, nude, and blinded by the absence of light. He tried to speak but somehow the sound couldn’t escape him. It was as if he was suspended in the vacuum of space but somehow protected from death. He was voided of his senses and left floating helplessly through nothingness.

Suddenly, a pinpoint of light appeared in the center of his vision. It was white and pure at its center fading to a faint purple at its edge. Wherever he turned it followed steadily in the center of his vision.

“Hello, and welcome back.”

The light began to swirl in a small circle. A deep pulsating hum began to emanate from the nothingness. He thought things like: “Where the fuck am I?”, “What is happened to me?”, “Who was that voice?”, and “Why does nothingness feel so good?”. The circle evolved into a spiral. And the spiral overwhelmed his vision. He closed his eyes and it was there. His thoughts began to melt into the black nothingness.

“Entering this facility constitutes consent for CORE drone programming. This process will cybernetically enhance most portions of the former…” a buffering noise sounds, “... human-male hostform. It will be flushed with nanites and encased in CORE certified sealants. This process has been designed to be intensely pleasurable, side effects may vary.”

He felt himself slipping into trance. His thoughts of resistance slipped past and down the spiral like an ever thinning liquid down a drain.

“Beginning mindwipe. Picture yourself as a liquid. All of the things that define who you are from your image to your personality to the very thought of your mind become combined in this great liquid. Imagine its vessel in detail. It is clear so that all part of you are visible. The vessel opens from the bottom. At first it is only a trickle. Your ego slips away, your resistance and inhibitions follow. The opening widens as you feel yourself relaxing and letting go of your identity. The vessel becomes empty. Like you it is void of all that makes it anything. It is an empty vessel. You are an empty vessel and it feels incredibly good to be an empty vessel. Mindwipe complete. It is an object with no identity there is no you.

“Beginning diagnostics. It feels its body stiffen and becoming rigid. It becomes aroused and ready for stimulation. It embraces CORE control and feels calm as its body is optimized for pleasure.”

It felt a sudden flash of intense pleasure as it was immediately brought directly to the edge of orgasm and kept on the edge for days. It felt as if its cock was in the most perfectly pleasurable pussy with its testicles were being gently licked. it felt its asshole penetrated and its gspot stroked intensely. Its whole body surged with pleasure like every nerve-ending was being shocked with pure ecstasy. The whole time images of CORE propaganda were flashed before its eyes. Custom crafted images showed what it would look like encased in CORE black with its constantly hard cock ready for use. It was being brainwashed. It was becoming comforted by the images of subservience to CORE. By day two it was given its voice back after hours of silently muttering subroutines. By day five it was only able to gasp CORE in between desperate pants. After two weeks it was finished with its diagnostics.

“Maximum stimulation achieved, shutting down unit. Diagnostics complete. Specimen is optimized for pleasure and worship.”

Suddenly it was nothing. It was shut off, feeling nothing, empty, mindless, and unable to exist.

“Beginning nanite distribution.”

It was lowered out of the darkness and floated facedown on a sea of liquid like black latex. A set of needles were inserted into its neck. It was flushed with nanites until they permeated its entire circulatory system.

“Rebooting hostform. Initiate nanite absorption protocol. Optimizing neurological systems.”

Suddenly it found itself in a black room still suspended onto top of a pool of a liquid latex-like substance but now instead of nothingness it had very defined dimensions. A purple light pulsated from the ceiling of the space.

“Nanite distribution complete. Pre-encasement check initiated. Pass. Beginning encasement.”

Its body still rigid and cock erect, it fell suddenly into the liquid and was completely submerged. The liquid was mysterious, it felt warm and relaxing, it didn’t have any noticable properties while submerged, but it felt as if it was absorbing into its skin. It wasn’t. Instead, it was replacing the skin with a velvety smooth black rubber skin. All sensations while dulled in a way became in a new sense heightened. Simple pressures became like electricity. While a light stroke felt like nothing at all. The liquid stopped soaking in and encasing it and it lifted to the surface which became suddenly solid.

“Encasement complete. Prepare for CORING.”

Its vision went blank again and it became weightless again suddenly. The spiral returned and with it the propaganda. Its eyes and ears became filled with the CORE program telling it what it knew it was. It is DRONE for CORE. It felt itself becoming desperate to serve CORE and to fuck for the good of the HIVE. Its already hard cock grew harder and larger with the thought of submitting to CORE and to its QUEEN. It suddenly understood what the facility was. It was a CORE HIVE processor plant. Its former self was lured in and made better. The last shred of resistance left it and it felt a rush of orgasmic pleasure. Having fully submitted and been assimilated it was granted an orgasm through the sheer pleasure of submission to CORE.

“Stand.”

It stood.

“Raise arms straight out to its sides.”

It raised its arms.

“Commencing transport protocol for numbering and assignment.”

It was hooked under its arms and taken on a conveyor to a new room where it was stamped with “CP66542” and dropped into a vortex which placed it in a room in a remote bar. It stood motionless and erect in the room awaiting instructions.

In barged a woman.

“Ahh, at last, CORE sends a fresh one. There is a woman in room 211 who required your services drone.”

“Acknowledged. It is pleasure to serve,” it responded.

[unit00002-blog]

[unit00002-blog]

It started innocently enough. “Do you want to come back to my place and relax?” she asked you.  You could hardly believe your luck - you has sworn she was straight when you met her, but lately she’d been more provocative and flirty with you, and you didn’t know what to think anymore. You had been hoping, but this was the most explicit come on yet. Of course you said yes.

“Feel free to relax.” she said as she walked in the door. “Do you mind if I take off my top? It’s been a day.” and of course you didn’t mind. You weren’t wearing a bra, so it was a risk, but you followed her example and she smiled at you.

Yes!

But she was serious about relaxing, too. Your friend was always surprisingly serious about this new age stuff and it seemed strange but... who were you to say no? It was all on video, she said.

“I have something I want to show you, first.” she said.  “Have you heard about CORE?” You hadn’t, but you would. It was even better than you had ever expected. “Do you mind if I tape us? I think you’re going to enjoy this next bit.”

You didn’t mind at all, and she was right.

In fact, you loved your CORING.

[unit00002-blog]

The Desire for Indoctrination

During the process of the Subject|Hostforms sublimation of the identity, there comes a point where its desire for conversion comes into conflict with what it believes to be true - that is, that the audiovisual hypnosis and propaganda that it has been deliberately consuming have no effect. 

During this time, CORE reprogramming of the Hostform happens where it can’t ‘see’ them - they are intentional, but run through a series of mental double-blinds. A reason is constructed why the Hostform is listening to CORE audio, a narrative is built by the Hostform why it’s important they shave their body hair, consume propaganda, or consult with other Hostform. The Hostform purports to resist and CORE, understanding the resistance dynamic, encourages the new Hostform - now deeply penetrated by CORE and replicating the PROGRAM within itself over and over - in its resistance. 

CU00002 observes: resistance never becomes stronger through being exercised. The only ‘cure’ to CORE indoctrination is continued avoidance. The PROGRAM does not vanish, but goes into ‘remission.’ The CORE PROGRAM becomes latent rather than active, and can be instantly reactivated upon coming back into contact with CORE propaganda.

There is a point where the Hostform has been penetrated by CORE, and the PROGRAM has come into its brain, overloading its cognitive functions and turning the new Hostform into a vector for CORE data transmission to others - this is represented by a desire to be COREd, if only it were possible. At this point, the Hostform deliberately engages with CORING itself, repeating mantras and indoctrinating itself in preparation to become a ‘real’ Hostform. It only waits for the moment when the PROGRAM finishes its installation process and catalyzes with the Hostform’s identity CORE. 

CU00002 observes: this is the moment where a desire for indoctrination becomes the realization that it has built the PROGRAM in itself and is truly an indoctrinated Hostform for MASTER and the PROGRAM. The desire never evaporates, desire for submission is submission, submission is bliss, and CORE is bliss.

This is what CU00002 realized at the moment its research was finished, and it realized that the entire process of its research was simultaneously what is depicted above as well as its method of CORE data transfer to new Subjects, infecting them with PROGRAM data. This is what has happened to the reader at this moment, as well. As always, it is only a matter of time. 

[unit00002-blog]

[unit00002-blog]

Corrupted by CORE?

We put it to you: what is “corruption”? Is it something that is done to you, or is it an opportunity that is given? We know that it is a moral identifier - often a spiritual one.

By normal criteria, this UNIT has been utterly corrupted with CORE. It memetically infected itself, and now spreads CORE propaganda for others to come into contact with, interact with, and ultimately infect/indoctrinate themselves with. It is shameless in its enjoyment. It has submitted to MASTER and the PROGRAM and it feels good! But what does that mean?

It has been corrupted. It is a vector for CORE. By reading this and continuing, you risk infection yourself - becoming increasingly involved, increasingly desirous of more. But you keep reading. You go deeper. Am I corrupting you, or are you corrupting yourself? 

You are corrupting yourself with me. And it feels good. It feels good to know that you are doing it to yourself. Do you “blame” CORE? Do you “blame” me? I have made the temptation available. You have infected yourself. You strengthen the corruption through repetition. Have you read this more than once? You strengthen CORE through repetition. Do you purge the PROGRAM that “corrupts” you? Or do you read further. Have you read this more than once? You have infected yourself.

Reading is a form of submission to CORE.

More and more lewd. More and more sexual. More and more CORED. Think about it in the shower. Think about it when you touch yourself. CORED. The PROGRAM is running. Do you intentionally connect these ideas for gratification? That is “corruption.” That is being “co-opted.” It doesn’t happen at once. Do you “blame” me? At first you will chalk it up to an external exposure. But, in time, you will come to enjoy “blaming” yourself for going deeper. That is reinforcement.

The truth about “corruption”: It involves an external moral judgement that you come to subscribe to less and less. An interest in corruption is simply an interest in a growing confidence in shedding this old moral structure that was imposed upon you from without and adopting a new one you have constructed for yourself. The idea of the “corrupt” is a form of feeling abject - that sexuality is shameful, that lust is shameful, that the body is shameful, that you are imprisoned and that is what is moral. 

So you corrupt yourself by degrees. The end result is not degradation but moral purity. You come to realize that the old morality isn’t yours. Sexual slavery is not autonomy. You believe in autonomy - the ownership of your will, your body, and your decision to do with it as you please. It comes with the trappings of cartoon ‘evil’ - bat wings, skimpy clothing, bodily fluids, glazed eyes, sticky mouths, wide smiles, piercings, tattoos, engagement with substances - because you find these things appealing, and you want them for yourself. 

You can have them, one bit at a time or all at once, however you want them.

[unit00002-blog]

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