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“Shut it down,” Elara said.

Elara’s blood ran cold. “Halden. Look at this.” Human Dairy Farm -v0.6- -Completed-

“We take five years,” Halden said softly. “We give them back fourteen months. And we call it humane.” “Shut it down,” Elara said

Halden finally turned. His eyes were bloodshot. “Complete,” he repeated. He tapped a few keys. The main screen split. On the left, a clinical chart: Average Lifespan of Nurse (post-contract): 14.2 months. Cause of death: myocardial atrophy (heart literally gives out from over-production). On the right, a series of smiling, posed photographs. The Nurses’ intake portraits. Look at this

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Elara zoomed in. Clara was a nineteen-year-old from the Patagonian Dust Zone. She’d volunteered to save her younger brother from the work-camps. She was twenty-three weeks into her contract. And right now, according to the bio-monitor, she was lactating.

A red light blinked on above her own bio-monitor.