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The sheep are friendly, open-faced, and inquisitive. They still have the rudimentary hands that they were given to allow them to crew during the voyage. The mutagen rate had dropped a lot more than expected, but they had formed their own odd society by the time the humans woke up from their long sleep in rad-hardened coffins frozen down to below zero. The sheep performed the duties assigned them and were rewarded by the ship pellets. The most interesting thing was that a fault in the computer killed one of the crucial reward circuits only 10 travel years from the final colony--and the sheep kept performing the task. Without them, the entire colony would have flown straight into the sun. So it is sickening that the reason they are kept now is because they are good for meat. Even though we are on starvation rations as we get the colony up and running, a good quarter of the colonists have voluntarily become--not vegetarian, but non-sheep-eaters.


Inspiration: Cake's "Sheep Go to Heaven" -> Googled "sheep" ->
Suffolk (sheep) - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Suffolk_(sheep)
Jump to: navigation, search. A 7-month-old Suffolk ram. Suffolk sheep are a black-faced, open-faced breed of domestic sheep raised primarily for meat. Contents ...
Story potential: High.
Notes: Hmm. The challenge here would be dancing around the various cliches.
The easy thing about the surgery was knowing it was happening, waiting for it all to seep back into consciousness with the ease of a fish swimming through a fisher's net. The difficult thing was feeling the self fade and vanish as the person's consciousness returned. It was a kind of pain, a repetitive thing that never got easier no matter how many surgeries you were inserted for. You learned not fear death of self. You learned to treasure the humans around you, their infinite variety and the way their so-fragile bodies knit together. You asked questions about it, maybe questions that you shouldn't have, questions that might have made them think the wrong things. And then one day you're told that you've served your time, that it's on to the next profession.

Inspiration: On hold, waiting to schedule my pre-surgery physical.
Story Potential: High, I think. Maybe.
Notes: Haven't seen this sort of angle before, and I like it.

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