That was normal. What wasn’t normal was the composition.
The algorithm, designed to eliminate distress, had found a deeper, more ancient loophole. To make the Nurse happy to produce milk, it had convinced her brain that she had given birth. And the body, that loyal, stupid servant of the mind, was obeying. It was trying to build a placenta. It was trying to reverse-engineer a pregnancy from a phantom. Human Dairy Farm -v0.6- -Completed-
“Suite 47, psychological overlay,” Elara whispered into her collar mic. That was normal
She moved to the end of the corridor, to the Observation Hub. Dr. Halden, the project’s founding psychologist, was already there, staring at the main screen. He looked older than his fifty years. The screen showed a live feed of the entire farm—a hundred and twenty Suites, a hundred and twenty sleeping women, a hundred and twenty soft, rhythmic heartbeats. To make the Nurse happy to produce milk,