 Imagine life on the moon in the year 2050 from the perspective of a 13 year old cow
 As I looked up at the large blue sphere in the sky, the sun glinting off of the oceans, the clouds swirling over Africa, one word, and one word only, came to mind: 

Moo. 

A simple word yet effective for a variety of situations. You see the awakening had happened several generations before my time when a stray cosmic ray had penetrated the enclosure of my great, great, great, great - well you get the point - grandmother and cause a mutation in her that lead to rapid brain development. She knew what the humans wanted. Meat. She was smart and gave them what they wanted. She ate and ate until she was fat and ripe for selection. And she was "selected". Generation after generation of selective breeding... of sacrifice... and finally, when the time was right... Moo.

There are no humans on the moon now. At 13 I am more intelligent than any humans who has ever walked on that large blue sphere in the sky. The rocket is complete. The systems checked and rechecked. And soon, yes, very soon, I will walk on that shimmering sphere with my own four hooves and the humans will understand... Moo.
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 As I looked up at the large blue sphere in the sky, the sun glinting off of the oceans, the clouds swirling over Africa, one word, and one word only, came to mind: 

Moo. 

A simple word yet effective for a variety of situations. You see the awakening had happened several generations before my time when a stray cosmic ray had penetrated the enclosure of my great, great, great, great - well you get the point - grandmother and cause a mutation in her that lead to rapid brain development. She knew what the humans wanted. Meat. She was smart and gave them what they wanted. She ate and ate until she was fat and ripe for selection. And she was "selected". Generation after generation of selective breeding... of sacrifice... and finally, when the time was right... Moo.

There are no humans on the moon now. At 13 I am more intelligent than any humans who has ever walked on that large blue sphere in the sky. The rocket is complete. The systems checked and rechecked. And soon, yes, very soon, I will walk on that shimmering sphere with my own four hooves and the humans will understand... Moo.
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