Meat

I’m the first self-aware cow who’s ever known she’s destined to be eaten. Formerly, even intelligent animals only had a sense of dread in the few minutes leading up to their bolt-gun slaughter. But apparently people will pay a premium for cattle like me, who know and fear their fate. There's no way to fight; I'm chained too tightly to kick out, or bite those who feed me my oats. But in their excitement, I doubt people realized that the next time they come observe me, I plan to choke myself on my restraints—spoiled meat for no one to enjoy.