VOCOM
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Vera Mattice has stolen KASNA from the malicious Kortan Neuratonic Laboratories; the one place that has stolen everything from her. From the murder of her parents to her best friend, Vera's only desire is to kill the remains of Harvey Benlark- the man who owned Kortan. As Vera adjusts to her life with the stolen computer, she finds complications in her new, free life, and finds that she must once again return to the dreaded past life of Kortan.
But, she'll never escape Kortan emotionally. Haunting dreams constantly bring up her past thirteen years in Kortan, and the horrid emotions lead her on a mind-bending ride that she cannot stop until Harvey Benlark is dead. The one person who has been with her all along still fights for a place in her heart- and she continues to struggle the hates between three tough forces. She steals the past KASNA- now VOCOM, to help her . . . but VOCOM works with a mind of her own, sending Vera down yet another path of her past.
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