Khiruev tried to remember if she’d read anything about milking machines. Her question must have been evident, because Jedao said deprecatingly, “The descriptions can’t be anything else. My mother made me learn to milk cows the old-fashioned way even though the research facility had perfectly good machines for it. You would be surprised how many ridiculous footnotes there are in my life.” This is not the strangest thing I have ever heard, Khiruev told herself, not with a whole deal of conviction.
