Logan’s Run
I took my first steps towards complete domestication today. These steps included waking up at 7am, shave, shower, coffee and cold cereal, and traffic. I drove through the drizzle to my new office where I stood around for thirty minutes before the disgusting and slovenly pregnant chick working at the badge office figured out how to give me a pass to go inside. She shimmied around awkwardly behind her desk, getting up reluctantly (whether from being preggo or just being lazy is indeterminable), her untucked shirt flapping loosely in the stale office air. 
The girl is utterly ignorant, and I felt stupider having spoken with her, but a pass was issued in the end. I then proceeded to the HR office and sat through a few hours of circa 1980 videos about sexual harassment and ethics and crap by over-exuberant actors. I spoke with the well informed women working in the HR department, smelled their strong perfume, and heard straight from their businesslike lips that I actually negotiated myself a good deal at my new job. As the vcr tape grinds away I wonder if the wilder parts of myself will die off now that I am accepting an institutional position. I wonder if I should have been blasted by red laser beams at an extermination ceremony. I’m over thirty, the crystal in my palm is flashing red. Do I run or take part in the “carousel”?
Domestication: The process of hereditary reorganization of wild animals and plants into domestic and cultivated forms according to the interests of people. In its strictest sense it refers to the initial stage of human mastery of wild animals and plants. The fundamental distinction of domesticated animals and plants from their wild ancestors is that they are created by human labour to meet specific requirements or whims and are adapted to the conditions of continuous care and solicitude people maintain for them.
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