But I shouldn't feel that any of this was in any way real restrictive. It was merely practical common sense.
For observing it I would get their valuable advice and assistance in all phases of my life. I would enjoy—or have, anyway—perfect health. My life, if that's what it was, would be extended by better than 100 years. "You are fortunate," they pointed out, a little smugly I thought, "that we, unlike your race, are conservationists in the truest sense. Far from despoiling our homeland and laying waste its resources and natural scenic wonders, we will improve it."
I had to be careful because, as they explained it, even a small nick with a razor might wipe out an entire suburban family.
"But fellows! I want to live my own life."
"Come now. Please remember that you are not alone now."
"Aw, fellows. Look, I'll get a dog, lots of dogs—fine purebreds, not mongrels like me. The finest. I'll pamper them. They'll live like kings.... Wouldn't you consider moving?"
"Out of the question."
"An elephant then? Think of the space, the room for the kids to play——"
"Never."
"Damn it! Take me to—no, I mean let me talk to your leader."