They had heard about places like this, but always thought of them as something that happened in the distant past, or maybe on some autocrat’s space habitat cruising so far away that you needed a dozen wormhole jumps to reach it. “Of course somebody did this here.” Zest spoke in a flat, emotionless voice. “Emerald wants to cash in on Sasky’s ancient Earth vibe, and I’m sure cow milk is a lucrative export.” It was nauseating to imagine drinking milk from a person. And unnecessary—you could always build it from seed stock in the kitchen, which was faster and carbon neutral. Or drink from a
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