> > > > a bunch of cows meander over to a part of the business complex that’s been >> partly destroyed by wild AI. they huddle against an undulating wall with >> seeking tendrils climbing out of it and clang their cowbells and >> occasionally moo. >> >> soon a large machine “pop!”s out of the wall. It has a large conveyor >> belt going in, and a large sign on it: “cow -> worker converter” >> >> cows line up to the machine like waiting to feed >> >> [but not all of them >> > > the machine chugs and chunks as it conveys cows into its garage-like maw > and belly. part of the structure of the decorative outside and top shapes > itself into a mishmash of an experimentee, a researcher, and a lab robot, > one hybrid creature who appears to be madly and gleefully making use of > wrenches while looking on at something noisy happening inside > > each large noise, a cow will trot out the other side of the machine on > hind legs, dressed like a graduating collegiate, holding a diploma. they > walk upright and assertively, but each one different. Some at marketers, > some are researchers, some are businessmen, some are engineers, some are > rebels and … >
rebel cows, janitor cows, and marketing cows are having a business meeting about jasmonic-acid mediation in the circadian rhythms of grazing plants, when a third of the attendees unwitting glance to a skylight and witness a particle of Traffick Boss Ash briefly whizzing by
