LGI

Do you understand the sloth-houses, Mopsus? Where hooks in the drywall are run by thin chain to the collars of shambling animals—counted on to one day breach that drywall, expose the wiring therein.

Do you understand the slaughter-houses, Mopsus? Where numeralled cleavers suspend from a frame of quick-weld slats—they waver and err among many cattle-necks, their courses depending on volumes of animal heat, and the vagaries of panic and panic-response (the varying heat, you see, will alter weak welds).

Mopsus, the sloth-houses—they are palaces to a quotient named LGI, that is, “Least Guidance Implementable”—what could be accomplished by any young person taken off the street and given a hammer is accomplished instead with a reasonably large financial outlay, an idiosyncratic initiative, and an absolute abhorrence for efficiency or celerity.

Mopsus, much the same could be said of the slaughter-houses. This is no quick way to kill cattle.