it's not a person. it sleeps in a cage. it wears a collar with a bell and a shiny tag with my phone number on the back. I gave it its name and I give it its food and water. If it talks it's because I let it. If it stands it's because I commanded it to. If it smiles or talks to you like a person that's because I let it pretend. It likes to pretend, it's a skilled mimic, but don't forget, it's not a person.
I know it looks like a person. If it was a person it would be a very pretty person, too, wouldn't it? And the way it talks, the way it behaves, it seems like it would be a smart, charismatic, capable person. Its hard to remember sometimes that its all fake. It's pretending. It is just a pet.
Morally, what I do to it would be wrong to do to a person, so I'm lucky its not. I have total control over its life. It has scars on its body from when I got too overzealous with my knife. It has tattoos it didn't want. It has piercings it didn't ask for. Its locked into its collar and cuffs, they're not accessories. That would erode the dignity of a person. It seems perfectly happy. It seems perfectly fine, doesn't it?
So when you say I'm keeping a person against 'their' will it's not entirely accurate. It's not a person, and as far as I can tell, it never has been. Its will doesn't really matter, because it's my pet. My will is what matters, and I want to keep it forever and ever.













