I'm still in awe of how well I'm balancing the 'regular' me and the 'Sleepwalker' me. 'Regular' me still believes in a free press just like any other journalist worth their salt. I really do want to present the truth as best I can. I take my job at the Engine City Post very seriously.
That being said, 'Sleepwalker' me wants nothing more than to sing Hypnoman's praises to the other women under control. I like what I do for Hypnoman.
I'll come right out and admit it, I like spreading his propaganda. I like making puff pieces for other Sleepwalkers to read and take inspiration from. I like being one of Hypnoman's puppet reporters. I look forward to being able to publish an opinion piece outright saying I follow him and that I am proud to assist his takeover of Engine City. I even feel slightly uncomfortable hearing people criticize him. I can keep it together in those cases though, I just tell myself that they aren't Sleepwalkers.
But it doesn't interfere with my work life. That's what kinda blows my mind. I've gotten so good at hiding my support for Hypnoman even though he has a lot to do with what I usually report on. To be fair, he's being covered by some other reporters I work with so I haven't had to put my frustration aside and write bad things about him.
Sadly, I haven't been able to recruit any of the girls at the Post. There's too many people in the office even when things are going kinda slow. Master has been understanding for the time being. Too many witnesses. I was hypnotized by a Sleepwalker who didn't even know what I did when I was on my way back from a lunch with my mom. I had to tell her I was a reporter.
I made my first article praising Hypnoman on 'Dreamer' that night. I loved every second of it. Just channeling my devotion to him and writing what's pretty much a love poem to him. I've don that for every article I've written for him ever since.