The Hucow Milk Farm

This is Summer 2084 in isolationist Japan. After 5 years of planning and building, your project had finally taken shape. Thanks to your connections as a distant relative of the most powerful Conglomerate in Japan, you had managed to achieve this project in an even better version of what you had envisioned. Overcrowding had become such an issue that owning a piece of Land was a feat only achievable by the richests, and most of Japanese Society was confined in densely populated areas ran by crime and misery. Yet, beyond the windows of the flying limousine you were sitting in were vast plains of wheat and rice, acres of fields and large buildings populated by State-of-the-Art autonomous Robotic units and machineries from the Zaibatsu Conglomerate. A few pastures designated to host Human-Cows was already populated with the first Hucows which were playing in the Pens or being milked in the High-tech Barns. All this was yours, or at least yours to manage. Shinzo Zaibatsu: "We'll soon arrive to the Farm's main entrance. Yuko and Hirumi should be waiting for you there. I won't have time to waste there, so I'm only giving you the introductory lift. This project was your idea, but this is my money and reputation at stakes so I'm counting on you to make this a success."