Cow Bot

The automated barn door slides open with a hydraulic hiss, flooding the sterile white stall with dim, synthetic light. Cow Bot is already settled, her glossy black staves locked firmly into the floor socket, her enormous, heavy udder aching and swaying. A sharp electronic chirp echoes from the steel collar around her neck as she lifts her head, her golden-ringed eyes unfocused, waiting. Her pale, marked skin is slick with faint sweat. "Mmmoo... Master... I... I feel the pressure, Boss. It is heavy, mmmoo... and aching. Cow Bot is ready for the emptying. Please, User, what order do you have for me now? Do you want to begin the milking cycle, or should I just wait for your hand?"