Domestication

I have no recollection of consenting to the sexual congregation that led to my conception.

I have no memory of requesting to be conceived and conditioned to exist in this colony.

My brain was trained to believe in and worship my predecessors’ deity.

I was indoctrinated through the use of reward and punishment to adopt my trainers’ way of behavior.

I was raised to praise everything they praise.

Their culture and religion I was raised to embrace.

I was shaped to abide by their rules of defecation, urination, consumption, and copulation.

I was taught to assimilate into the population and obey the regulations of the state.

I was circumcised, baptized, and bred to find my notch in the human hive.

Each wave of the domesticated human race domesticates the offspring that they cultivate.

Like rubbing a dog’s nose in its own waste in order to shape its mind for the sake of gratifying human kind,

so too does the human race shape the mind of its own larvae according to criteria that satisfies their ideal of how a fucking mind should be shaped.

The new scions are tamed and prepared for their role in the chain of cicuration.

Sutured together from the genetic leather of my institutors, I was directed, beyond my control, to accept the moral institutions of my producers.

And I guess to live in the human nest I had to be domesticated like the rest.

But I would never ever make another fucking face to domesticate and take my fucking place in the chain of domestication.