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Mandy's Milk

... the brink of insanity and she prayed each day for rescue or death not knowing which fate would have been preferred. The weeks turned into months as her daily routine slowly ate away at her mind. She wondered how many more days she could endure before her body simply gave up on her. She thought back to the many arguments she and her father had regarding the economic return on investment of a cow that kept revisiting the infirmary. Considering her current state, they argued coldly and without consideration for the cows that they had turned into money making machines. “What is the average lifespan of a milk producing Heifer? At what age does the cow stop producing useable product and reaches retirement and eventual slaughter? How many days a year should a cow be allowed time in the infirmary? How many sick days should a cow be allowed in a lifetime? At what percentage of milk days to sick days does a cow become economically non-profitable?” She wondered how many days the computer would keep her alive before it was programmed to take the non-profitable heifer out to slaughter? She tried to think back to her programming days to determine if there would be a chance of escape before she met her final days? She wondered what day it was today and racked her fragile brain to remember what her father had agreed to use as the break even number on an unhealthy cow? Did he chose a percentage of the cows overall age? Did he settle on a max number of days per year? No matter how many days ...

... or what final percentage was, she was certain that her time had to be drawing to a close. She vowed that if she were ever released from this place she would never refer to the cow as if it was just an emotionless a****l. Security procedures would be assessed and the robotic machine treatment of the cattle would be humanized; somehow… It was day 142 in the outside world as she had come to know it. The investigation was all but closed as an eerie sadness descended on the farm. The farms only daughter, the sole inheritor of the Dawson Dairy Corporation was gone and the last of the privately owned f****y farms was certain to get swallowed up by some huge corporate giant. Her Dad had never planned on anyone other than his daughter to take over the farm. Now he was faced with the disappearance of his only daughter and the eventual end of the Dairy Empire she had helped create. Meanwhile Mandy sat nearly motionless in the hospital stall that had held her for the last 20 weeks. She recognized the new pains in her stomach and screamed into her rubber covered metal bit. The second set of silver cylinders had been working on her body for weeks now and after 142 days something had finally changed. She could feel the burning and piercing sensation that she felt way back in her first month of confinement. She could only imagine that her body had betrayed her, somehow the milking machine had finally modified her body and she was now miraculously leaking milk from four locations. After the ...