The Cow That Lives Forever
Kit Knightly

The scientists had done it. They had solved world hunger, they had ended farming as we know it and they had rid the world of animal cruelty.
It wasn’t an easy path, naturally.
Like so many strides in science before, its initial steps were in the other direction. The research on regeneration was originally military, an effort to prevent the soldier caste from reaching depletion point before the fighting in disputation zone F-118 could even enter its second generation.
As it happens, the combat phase of the contemporary geopolitics cycle was deemed inefficiently timed and put on indefinite delay. Diplomatic program 17 was spun up to fill the gap, but the regeneration project continued.
As is so often the case in the grandest of designs, the hard part proved easy and the simple grew complicated. Regeneration itself is anything but impossible, after all most living creatures do it to one extent or another. Advancement in the field is only a consideration of acceleration and scale.
Each cell of your body knows where it is and what it is, and simultaneously carries that knowledge for all the other cells.
Your DNA hologram stores the blueprint of your whole within every minute part, and the chemistry of repair is in-built.
The limitations of scope, speed and resource can be overcome. And they were.
Growing back skin and bone and flesh overnight is only a matter of combining elements in the right amounts at the right time.
It worked…and yet it didn’t.
Nerves are different. They don’t respond, they grow back but don’t connect to the network. The synapses that were once bright with arcing electrons dim with each renewal. They could make living flesh but they couldn’t make their flesh…live.
Something was lacking. Something antiquated heresies – those deemed antithetical to liberal society, and thus justly placed under legal limitation – might have named the spark of the divine.
A first regeneration limb has noticeable reduction in strength, reflex speed and fine motor function. After three cycles a new-growth arm or leg may as well be tied on with string for all the function that was preserved.
Regrown limbs, then, were a dead end. Being both more expensive and ultimately less use than advanced prostheses.
But the technology for accelerated regeneration of viable muscle mass now existed. It was only a question of finding a use for it.
The searchlights went strobing in all directions for an application. Military and medical – the most profitable fora of research since time immemorial – were out. Farming and agriculture were the obvious next step.
What our more superstitious forebears may have called providence was on their side in this endeavour. Preliminary testing showed the body chemistry of vegan ungulates was more conducive to the regeneration process.
Simply put: Cows grow back cow faster than people grow back person.
Early ideas of selling the technology to the farming conglomerates to repair damaged or mutated product prior to market inspection were turned over for a more ambitious overhaul of the cattle market in general.
A shift from herd considerations to individual units was precipitated by a peculiar complication of the regeneration itself – namely, that it seemed to work better if the animals were kept in isolation.
The next step was obvious but Earth-shaking – reinventing the cow as a home appliance.
They could put a cow in every home, one that could be harvested for meat as needed…and then just grow it all back.
The appeal would not be universal or reach unlimited, barriers of cost and taste ever exist, but the market will always respect a product that turns a finite resource renewable.
Even if the immortal cow didn’t become as ubiquitous a home fixture as the television or refrigerator, butchers would only need a handful of animals themselves in order to have all the meat they would ever need. Meat that could be cut to order and replaced overnight with little to no waste.
And the cows would always be safe.
…once they had been fixed.
Nature is chaotic and ill-suited to indoor life. Rough edges and sharp corners must needs be sanded down and padded up.
Firstly, and most obviously, it was decided that the cows should – one way or another – be made insensible to pain. This was both a pragmatic question of noise management and an ethical courtesy.
Second, it was generally agreed, weapons were surplus to requirements, being somewhat incompatible with civilised city life. Just as people gave up their firearms and blades to embrace a safer, less chaotic society, so must the cows shed their horns.
This was a simple matter of genes. The regeneration process is a gene therapy in itself; a little tweaking to prevent horn growth was a trifling matter in comparison.
Third, there was the evident need for all such cows to be sterile. This was a natural question of patent protection and supply control.
Fourth, it would be required that the cows be kept inside at all times. This would prevent modified genetic material entering the natural biosphere, whilst also protecting the animals from disease – to which they became more susceptible as their flesh grew and regrew.
Fifth, there was the issue of diet. A regenerating cow needs a special diet of processed soy beads, protein adjacent nutrition grains and a cocktail of amino acids and glucosides to keep the system running efficiently. Hay and grass diets introduced toxins that could interfere with the process and potentially, as noted above, carried the risk of disease.
This specialized diet had the additional beneficial effect of negating all digestive waste – including methane – which meant it would be possible to keep them in populated areas without violating local, national or global ordinance on clean air preservation. The noted reduction in meat quality and texture was considered minor, and eventually marketed as beneficial to personal health.
And finally, any and all 4ever Cows – the name patented at early stages of development – would not and could not produce milk. The effects of the gene-editing, chemically controlled diet and regeneration technology on milk were largely unknown and potentially harmless, save a noted re-coloration to a murky grey. But, it was generally agreed, this grey tinted milk would be viewed as a bad sign by the more impressionable and science-illiterate members of the general public.
Once these guidelines were decided and rules written, the roll-out began.
And it changed the world.
Since then, the 4ever CowTM has sold millions of units across global regions 1, 3, 4 and 5, with parallel researchers in Designated Opposition zones 2, 6 and 7 releasing their own equivalent product to similar success.
A press campaign on the ethical improvement of sustainable meat, coupled with state-led programs ensuring certain social benefits to those who participated in pilot schemes, created an early demand that has never plateaued in the decade since launch.
As it was found that immortal cow meat would pass both the “sustainability” and “animal cruelty” tests laid out in decades of case law on socially beneficial dietary practices, state appendages in multiple sectors could Officially Declare immortal cows “part of a vegan diet”.
This lead to the first increased uptake in red meat consumption since the passing of the Responsible Consumption Treaty by the second World’s Congress.
Further, Official Vegan status ensured that any family who owned and operated their own 4ever CowTM would be eligible for a Certificate of Responsible Consumption, along with all the social benefits they are known to provide.
Everyone was pleased with this development, and the consensus “immortal cows are a good thing” was ratified at all levels of society within a year.
But, as is always the case, society never moves forward without having to forcefully drag along the deluded few clinging to old-fashioned ideas and outdated mistakes. Some people – those considered as being outside the generally accepted definition of “everyone” – raised their own illogical objections.
Though almost all formally recognised and officially licensed Environmental Protest Groups supported the move as “in line with the general well-being of living things”, some small independent collectives still lodged complaints on animal rights grounds. The written consensus shows them to be incorrect.
The cow does not die, it doesn’t even feel pain, so there can be no question of cruelty.
On the contrary, it was the safest cows had ever been. Its food was efficient and nutritious, it was warm and dry and it was under no threat from predators. Even better, their existence spared old-fashioned cows the pain and indignity of death for nothing more than food.
It meant the crude methods of beef farming from ages past could be suspended indefinitely, and those cows still trapped in that machine would be spared.
The vast majority of the billions-strong meat herds that once supplied our beef were deemed no longer sustainable. The original plans were to turn them loose in managed wilderness parks, but as their well-being could not be guaranteed in this scenario – and the potential environmental impact was under-researched – it was considered the respectful and sustainable strategy was a managed cull and widespread burning.
The vestigial herds of vintage cows are preserved in living agricultural museums.
Though their gradually declining visitor numbers and questions concerning the responsibility of imparting such knowledge to impressionable minds will likely lead to the government withdrawing funding in the next economic period.
There are better uses for that land than keeping relics of our savage past alive, especially when it incurs the risk of historical man-on-nature atrocities being taken out of context to promote old-fashioned thinking.
We don’t need fields anymore. We don’t need ranches or hay or breeding stock.
As long as we keep up our subscription to the specialized feed, all the meat we require is grown in the basement of our own homes.
The 4ever CowTM has earned a place at the heart of the family unit, somewhere between furniture, appliance and pet. Many are named and treasured members of the family, and given specially adapted rooms in which to live.
And there they remain.
Cows that can’t go outside, can’t live in a herd, can’t produce milk, can’t grow horns, can’t make baby cows, can’t eat grass…
…and live forever.
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Horrifying how we humans think about living beings.
Yes, it is horrific, and yet how many of the supposed truth and freedom crowd would ever be so brave as to examine the standard practices of the highly subsidized meat and dairy industry? It’s like trying to show a Normie footage of Building 7. The evidence of that horror that we unnecessarily pay for is readily available for anyone to see. Who will take a look for themselves?
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not us humans, it is not us humans, it is the 0.0000% of humanity that controls the global finance that is imposing this horrendous universe.
Marx, Engels in The German Ideology: The ideas of the ruling class are in every age the ruling ideas; that is, the class that is the ruling material power of society is at the same time its ruling spiritual power. The class that has the means of material production has at the same time the means of intellectual production, so that on the whole the ideas of those who lack the means of intellectual production are subjected to it. The ruling ideas are nothing but the ideal expression of the ruling material relations, they are the ruling material relations taken as ideas: they are therefore the expression of the relations that make a class the ruling class, and therefore they are the ideas of its domination.
I really have appreciated your non-censored voice and your strong stance on freedom and sovereignty over the last several years while we endured this phony plague, phony climate hoax, global lock down, etc. Kit Knightly. But your defensiveness and total lack of understanding of veganism is begging for a little more understanding. The whole point of veganism– the definition, is to do as little harm as possible to other sentient beings. I.e. not paying people to enslave them, bust their teeth out, rip their testicles off, punch holes in their ears, inject them with chemicals, shove fists up their anuses to grab their uterus, drain their blood, steal their babies, run blades across their throats, etc. To do our best not to exploit, abuse or enslave them– in short, to treat them as we would like to be treated. I don’t think anyone would claim that leaving any of these grisly things out of our lives would find us lacking. The good news is that we don’t need to pay for any of this, nor do we need to buy faux meat and cheese processed bullshit to be healthy and happy. We can all thrive– and in fact be incredibly healthy, on a well rounded diet of plants. Claims to the contrary are ridiculous, unresearched PR nonsense. Considering that the Ancient Corpse Cult– the one heavily sponsored by our so-called free market enthusiast governments, is one of the oldest and most corrupt conspiracies on the planet, it would be great if you could open your mind to the fact that you are lacking some serious awareness about this subject. Anyways, again I’d like to say thank you and hand you serious kudos for all of the great uncensored content that you have broadcast here in these challenging times. I would love, however, to see you include a more hobest exploration of this subject. I can’t see what that would hurt– other than egos. What do you say? Would that be possible?
P.S. Farmers also grow vegetables, grains, fruits, legumes, roots, etc. It is a fact that vegans are not anti-farming.
Kit has no hate for vegans. He simply recognizes that veganism is being promoted as part of a sinister agenda. This doesn’t imply that something is wrong with veganism itself, only that it has been co-opted for evil purposes
This is just the kind of thing I am talking about. Read my statement again and see that nowhere did I say Kit hates vegans. Don’t try to gaslight me. What I am asking for is an honest discussion about veganism on this forum which stands for truth and transparency. I have never seen what you have stated here written or implied in any articles referring to diet or our treatment of animals as commodities. In fact it has always been the opposite, lots of gaslighting about the “woke” and “leftist” vegans– aka people who choose to oppose the vulgar abuse and exploitation of animals. On top of this, many of my comments defending the basic premise of veganism– the ethical stance of simply being kind to animals, have been censored or delayed in posting. I was of the impression that this site exists as an answer to censorship.
Lol and to think you called Kit “defensive”. Big time projection
Did anyone actually try dolly the sheep burger.?
or was that not sustainability enough.
I suppose 4ever Cow is 2 in 1, meaning halal and kosher.
Was this actually a guest essay by Bill Gates? What the Fuck. That was wild.
My first thought was ‘Did Kit really write this?’ 😂
How did these innovative genii solve the problem of cow excrement in the homes? Were the 4ever cows hooked up to tubes that collected and filtered their waste? Did anyone get a Nobel Prize for solving this problem?
Well Cow escrement can be used grow other products like mushrooms .
Yeah, the powers that shouldn’t be treat us just like mushrooms, they keep us in the dark (discombobulated, distracted, deceived )and feed us cow dung (gaslighting and disinformation)
Fertilizer is the key word here.
The most horrific part is not that some day such a thing might come to pass; but that humans have a right to do something like this. And I don’t mean “playing God.” I mean once again presuming to have dominion over cows, or any other fellow inhabitant of this planet.
Ohh yes Howard, you mean exactly “playing God”. You mean so much “playing God” but you cant admit it…………….LOL.
No, the “playing God” comes in when attempts are made to either do what God does or else do it better. What I’m talking about is this attitude that humans are the “Crown of Creation” and have dominion over every “lesser” being.
Every time I think of human hubris I think of the poor scraggly Methuselah Tree in California. When Bill Gates or anyone else can succeed in living for five thousand years, then – and only then – will I consider man’s self-designation as the “Crown of Creation.”
BTW, there is an absolutely beautiful documentary called “The Curse of the Methuselah Tree.” It’s free on a website called Top Documentary Films. Perhaps on YouTube also.
“potentially harmless”
Much more honest than “safe and effective.”
Nice essay.
reminds me of this (not on my watch…), reminds me of my youth (where we all screamed: Not on our watch!)
20 years later, covid came..
’Fitter happier
More productive
Comfortable
Not drinking too much
Regular exercise at the gym (3 days a week)
Getting on better with your associate employee contemporaries
At ease
Eating well (no more microwave dinners and saturated fats)
A patient, better driver
A safer car (baby smiling in back seat)
Sleeping well (no bad dreams)
No paranoia
Careful to all animals (never washing spiders down the plughole)
Keep in contact with old friends (enjoy a drink now and then)
Will frequently check credit at (moral) bank (hole in the wall)
Favours for favours
Fond but not in love
Charity standing orders
On Sundays ring road supermarket
(No killing moths or putting boiling water on the ants)
Car wash (also on Sundays)
No longer afraid of the dark or midday shadows
Nothing so ridiculously teenage and desperate
Nothing so childish
At a better pace
Slower and more calculated
No chance of escape
Now self-employed
Concerned (but powerless)
An empowered and informed member of society (pragmatism not idealism)
Will not cry in public
Less chance of illness
Tyres that grip in the wet (shot of baby strapped in back seat)
A good memory
Still cries at a good film
Still kisses with saliva
No longer empty and frantic
Like a cat
Tied to a stick
That’s driven into
Frozen winter shit (the ability to laugh at weakness)
Calm
Fitter, healthier and more productive
A pig
In a cage
On antibiotics’
Brilliant. But then they added…
In Israel.
Some artists, as they age, do love to piss all ever their own legacy.
When one is spewing out a never ending torrent of bullshit, one has to cover one’s tracks:
https://dissidentvoice.org/2025/04/perfume-power-and-emmanual-macron/
…until finally, the disease of madness set in; not only among the despondent-tortured bovines, but among their pathologically-twisted human tormentors.
This made me cry.
Until the first ‘Cow Flu’ outbreak….
They resort to invective because their position is untenable and blood soaked:
https://winteroak.org.uk/2025/04/14/ignore-the-gaslighting-zim-is-real/
The neverending cow already exists on factory farms where they are forcibly bred, kept in putrid conditions and slaughtered on a filthy assembly line. Bon appetit comrades!
And even ‘glass walls in slaughterhouses’ would not end the crimes against our fellow creatures.
True. “As long as there are slaughterhouses, there will always be battlefields.” Leo Tolstoy
A living thing that keeps growing, even after parts of it have been excised?
Isn’t that cancer?
https://journals.sagepub.com/doi/abs/10.1177/02601060251314575
https://www.ox.ac.uk/news/2021-03-02-regular-meat-consumption-linked-wide-range-common-diseases
Breaking from tradition, from what our parents taught us, from what everybody else does, from what most doctors tell us, is a hell of a sacrifice. Or is it?
“Lab grown” meat is manufactured using cancer cells.
Yes yes yes it is cancer. Ok. But why dont you try to see cancer in a positive light?
Then at least we can use cancer to something positive. Cancer can be our new food, an eternal food chain.
Food and jobs and stocks for everybody 😀 .
Cancer has been here since the first apes was crawling onshore up to humanity today.
A human IS cancer, spread uncontrollable around the globe.
Cancer is here to stay. Better get used to it and make cancer your friend society instead of your enemy! https://youtu.be/VEJ6zYD01pM .
Cancer is an industrial age thing, that was predicted (known) by the creater(s) of names of things, all those years ago.
‘A large dairy animal approached Zaphod Beeblebrox’s table, a large fat meaty quadruped of the bovine type with large watery eyes, small horns and what might almost have been an ingratiating smile on its lips.
“Good evening,” it lowed and sat back heavily on its haunches, “I am the main Dish of the Day. May I interest you in the parts of my body?”
It harrumphed and gurgled a bit, wriggled its hind quarters in to a more comfortable position and gazed peacefully at them.
Its gaze was met by looks of startled bewilderment from Arthur and Trillian, a resigned shrug from Ford Prefect and naked hunger from Zaphod Beeblebrox.
“Something off the shoulder perhaps?” suggested the animal, “braised in a white wine sauce?”
“Er, your shoulder?” said Arthur in a horrified whisper.
“But naturally my shoulder, sir,” mooed the animal contentedly, “nobody else’s is mine to offer.”
Zaphod leapt to his feet and started prodding and feeling the animal’s shoulder appreciatively.
“Or the rump is very good,” murmured the animal. “I’ve been exercising it and eating plenty of grain, so there’s a lot of good meat there.”
It gave a mellow grunt, gurgled again and started to chew the cud. It swallowed the cud again.
“Or a casserole of me perhaps?” it added.
“You mean this animal actually wants us to eat it?” whispered Trillian to Ford.
“Me?” said Ford, with a glazed look in his eyes, “I don’t mean anything.”
“That’s absolutely horrible,” exclaimed Arthur, “the most revolting thing I’ve ever heard.”
“What’s the problem Earthman?” said Zaphod, now transferring his attention to the animal’s enormous rump.
“I just don’t want to eat an animal that’s standing there inviting me to,” said Arthur, “It’s heartless.”
“Better than eating an animal that doesn’t want to be eaten,” said Zaphod.
“That’s not the point,” Arthur protested. Then he thought about it for a moment. “Alright,” he said, “maybe it is the point. I don’t care, I’m not going to think about it now. I’ll just… er […] I think I’ll just have a green salad,” he muttered.
“May I urge you to consider my liver?” asked the animal, “it must be very rich and tender by now, I’ve been force-feeding myself for months.”
“A green salad,” said Arthur emphatically.
“A green salad?” said the animal, rolling his eyes disapprovingly at Arthur.
“Are you going to tell me,” said Arthur, “that I shouldn’t have green salad?”
“Well,” said the animal, “I know many vegetables that are very clear on that point. Which is why it was eventually decided to cut through the whole tangled problem and breed an animal that actually wanted to be eaten and was capable of saying so clearly and distinctly. And here I am.”
It managed a very slight bow.
“Glass of water please,” said Arthur.
“Look,” said Zaphod, “we want to eat, we don’t want to make a meal of the issues. Four rare stakes please, and hurry. We haven’t eaten in five hundred and seventy-six thousand million years.”
The animal staggered to its feet. It gave a mellow gurgle. “A very wise choice, sir, if I may say so. Very good,” it said, “I’ll just nip off and shoot myself.”
He turned and gave a friendly wink to Arthur. “Don’t worry, sir,” he said, “I’ll be very humane.”
It waddled unhurriedly off to the kitchen.’
he Restaurant at the End of the Universe, Chapter 17
Dead at forty nine from a heart attack.
I wonder: Did Douglas Adams tuck into the fat saturated flesh of slaughtered sentient beings?
Just askin.
Do you believe? Do you accept the festival, the city, the joy? No? Then let me describe one more thing.
In a basement under one of the beautiful public buildings of Omelas, or perhaps in the cellar of one of its spacious private homes, there is a room. It has one locked door, and no window. A little light seeps in dustily between cracks in the boards, secondhand from a cobwebbed window somewhere across the cellar. In one corner of the little room a couple of mops, with stiff, clotted, foul-smelling heads, stand near a rusty bucket. The floor is dirt, a little damp to the touch, as cellar dirt usually is. The room is about three paces long and two wide: a mere broom closet or disused tool room. In the room a child is sitting. It could be a boy or a girl.It looks about six, but actually is nearly ten. It is feeble-minded. Perhaps it was born defective or perhaps it has become imbecile through fear, malnutrition, and neglect. It picks its nose and occasionally fumbles vaguely with its toes or genitals, as it sits haunched in the corner farthest from the bucket and the two mops. It is afraid of the mops. It finds them horrible. It shuts its eyes, but it knows the mops are still standing there; and the door is locked; and nobody will come. The door is always locked; and nobody ever comes, except that sometimes-the child has no understanding of time or interval – sometimes the door rattles terribly and opens, and a person, or several people, are there. One of them may come and kick the child to make it stand up. The others never come close, but peer in at it with frightened, disgusted eyes. The food bowl and the water jug are hastily filled, the door is locked, the eyes disappear. The people at the door never say anything, but the child, who has not always lived in the tool room, and can remember sunlight and its mother’s voice, sometimes speaks. ”I will be good,” it says. ”Please let me out. I will be good!” They never answer. The child used to scream for help at night, and cry a good deal, but now it only makes a kind of whining, ”eh-haa, eh-haa,” and it speaks less and less often. It is so thin there are no calves to its legs; its belly protrudes; it lives on a half-bowl of corn meal and grease a day. It is naked. Its buttocks and thighs are a mass of festered sores, as it sits in its own excrement continually. They all know it is there, all the people of Omelas. Some of them have come to see it, others are content merely to know it is there.
They all know that it has to be there. Some of them understand why, and some do not, but they all understand that their happiness, the beauty of their city, the tenderness of their friendships, the health of their children, the wisdom of their scholars, the skill of their makers, even the abundance of their harvest and the kindly weathers of their skies, depend wholly on this child’s abominable misery.
Cutting to the chase.
It’s what real anarchists do.
Looked like a buzzard to me
that story, The Ones Who Walk Away From The Omelas, totally freaked me out when I was about 10 years old
the most dystopian aspect of this scenario, from the point of view of any red-blooded capitalist, is the idea of a product that never wears out and hence never needs to be replaced
no Responsible Consumption Treaty that infringes on the divine principle of planned obsolescence will ever see the light of day in a world run by the crew that currently calls the shots
You are right about the light of day, but at the same time, don’t try to stop the never needs to be replaced, train!
Is there a hell for Cows? I think you’ve found it!
There is no hell. The devils are all here…
More accurately, it is right here. Where it has always been. Right under our nose.
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I think we humans only last about five years — that’s about the time it takes for every cell in the body to be replaced. The replacement cells are almost, but not quite the same, as the originals which explains why we age (and eventually die — the things have got timers in the DNA that controls them).
Thinking about living things as a collection of cooperating parts rather than a single, unique entity. would help us understand who we are and how we relate to other living things better. It would also explain why humanoid robots for everyday household tasks will remain a novelty — they’re just not as cost effective as self-reproducing, self-repairing wetware.
Fun bit about the cow, though.(Really.) Except where is it written that we have to feed people? If they can afford real food that’s good for them; the rest its Soylent Green or starve. Sorry.
“And we know who the cows are, dont we !” … (anon) …
Pretty dark Kit, but such are the times alas. Not clear how we’re to eat off the beast… just carve out a steak or a chunk of liver? And what about water? The few cows I keep drink quite a bit… plus there’s the noise issue, as they do tend to call out, especially when left alone…
And do we get to choose colors?
Owing to my unhealthy appetite for food news I have for several months now received daily updates from Vegconomist.com – with tantalizing titles like this one:
“ICL Food Specialties to Showcase ‘Revolutionary and Exceptional’ Textured Soy Protein at IFFA 2025.”
Revolutionary and Exceptional. In Frankfurt, Germany by the way.
And no, I’m not vegan. I’m Italian after all.
@Jerry. That is the whole point. Front run the narrative.Simple facts to do with anything get discarded and labelled “Yo do not know what ur talkin about. Give you a perfect example It is a fact tha Auatralia has imported grain for six consecutive years. Prior to 2019 Australia was in the top 5 countries of grain exportation. Another fact astro .geophysicist have come to a conclusion that we are heading for a grand solar minimum. Hence food security will be effected through out the world. Hence my thesis Frankenstein food genetically altered anything to argue away facts. We are trying are darndest to save. you. Or as we use o joke in Bensonhurst and make fun of the sxpression.Were are from government and w’ere here to help LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL
I think that there is one item missing from this fable–incompetence. I wonder how the “scientists” will make a mess of it, should it come to fruition.
Also, I wonder about money. Wouldn’t a self-replicating cow ruin the market for beef cattle? Wouldn’t all those feed-lots and all those fields growing subsidized cow-feed corn go bust?
Somebody, I think, had better find a way to monetize this, or else there goes the economy again.
The road to Frakenfoods.
Somewhere, someone is working on converting the theory into practice.
There is enough material in the article for a dystopian novel and movie plot.
Forget ‘Terminator – Rise of the machines’, how about ‘Rise of the 4ever Cow’?
*Frankenfoods*
You could just as easily have left it “Frakenfoods.” For it would be a kind of fracking.
WHAT 😳??? You are kidding, right???
Let’s see… Nothing in Google. At least, not yet. Than, you are kidding… or predicting.
Mr. Knightly: you’re forgetting that we live in a world where nothing is too bizarre for “Scientists” to attempt. I offer this caveat to ask the simple question: is this news item a real “news” item or is it a fictionalized account of what might become reality some day? You don’t specify which it is.
In a sane world, I would of course know you’re being fanciful (as you sometimes like to be). But in the insane world in which we now live, you might be dead serious.