>Look at poster. Acknowledge fucked up personal problem.

In retrospect, it's almost kind of hilariously obvious that this was what the deal would be with you. After all, your entire former idea of what Crockercorp was? Little more than a childish fantasy you had yet to outgrow, cloistered girl who had yet to see the suffering outside the prefab palace walls. That was why you scrapped the idea almost immediately upon coming to Earth C, along with any ambitions to power or leadership. Then the bad things Betty did to you in your upbringing could fester quietly inside you, instead.

Your batterwitch brainwashing really didn't work much differently than advertising on the prototype Earths. Corporate advertisement was everywhere, designed in every way to prey on your benign existing feelings. Like: Maybe you have the occasional crushy feeling or the desire to do something silly and private and sleepovery with a girl who's a friend. You're afraid of what happens to people who aren't normal, though. So it's okay to like men in public, but liking women has to be done in private.

Let's say you're that type of person, right? Then advertising and media comes along and helps take that socially mediated natural feeling and make it all about getting pink cake fed to you by a corporate mascot who owns you.

Then you get to have the fun of having to deal with that forever!

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