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"Dammit Bertha turn off the fence I need to get out this is Cindy identify my voiceprint you stupid heap of junk."
"CINDY VOICEPRINT CONFIRMED, STOCK 0024601M IDENTIFIED AS CINDY," Bertha's voice echoed from a speaker in the rafters.
"At last! Okay you know it's me so log me into the system," Cindy replied feeling a wave of relief that she was finally getting somewhere.
"PLEASE CONFIRM YOU WISH TO MODIFY SYSTEM RECORDS AND UPDATE PERSONAL TEMPLATE?" the computer rasped.
"Yes whatever just let me go," Cindy begged trying her best not to cry.
"SUBJECT CINDYS TEMPLATE UPDATED," Bertha replied a nearby screen flashing up with her ID picture instead of the livestock details, Cindy rushed forwards to try the gate again but again she was given a hefty jolt of electricity sending her flying backwards onto the hard concrete.
"What the fuck Bertha why didn't you turn off the damn current," Cindy snapped getting back to her feet and self-consciously attempting to adjust her ruined nightgown.
"ELECTRIC FENCE ACCESS IS ONLY GRANTED TO AUTHORISED SYSTEM PERSONEL, SUBJECT CINDY HAS CONFIRMED TEMPLATE CHANGE FROM PERSONEL TO LIVESTOCK ALL SECURITY ACCESS HAS BEEN REVOKED."
"No that's not what I meant you stupid piece of garbage change it back," Cindy screamed in frustration rushing at the door and trying to force it open despite the stinging current.
"UNABLE TO COMPLY LIVESTOCK DO NOT HAVE ACCESS TO TEMPLATE CONTROL," Bertha chimed helpfully her mechanical arms swinging back into motion and throwing another steel noose over Cindy's head.
The computer ignored Cindy's protests as it dragged her through another gate and deeper into the facility its confusion over her status finally cleared up the computer ignored her increasingly desperate pleas as it guided her past long rows of cattle pens until it found an empty quarantine stall allocated for the new livestock and led it inside.
Cindy was dragged into a concrete pen and released once the electrified gate had closed behind her, all around her she could hear the sound of the farm processing the herd and the lowing of the cattle as they were guided through their daily routine.
The walls of the pen went up about six foot and with the exception of a concrete trough in one corner it was completely bare, the track overhead was hung with assorted mechanical equipment but it was all well out of reach.
She immediately tried to climb over the wall of the stall but her fingers almost immediately found the electrified wire that ran along the top sending her crashing back into the pen.
"Come on there's got to be a way out of this," Cindy muttered to herself looking around in desperation. One of the long mechanical arms dangling above the pen was only just out of reach if she jumped for it if only she had something she could stand on she could pull herself up on it and scramble up to the observation gantry above and get out of this nightmare.
Suddenly she had an idea, taking off her ruined silk negligee she twisted it up and tied a knot in the fabric turning her last shred of clothing into a crude rope which she started trying to hook on the dangling mechanical arm, on the fifth try the knot caught in the crook of the metal arm and Cindy tugged hard on it checking that it would hold her weight.
"So long Bertha I'm going to have daddy turn you into scrap when he gets home," Cindy muttered jumping as high as she could and starting to desperately scramble up the silk.
Unfortunately Bertha's sensors registered the sudden weight on the arm and after registering that stock was attempting to leave its pen labelled her as a problem animal.