Moooooooooooooooooooooooo

sollie hoor, maar sinds wanneer loeien paarden

They went to work. Merging replicant-DRNA and cobalt-iridium alloy mesh, connecting servo motors and command chips, tightening microbolts, using and adding all kinds of things that were invented recently, but never used. And six hours of hard work later (and enjoying every minute of it) Stick Horsie 1.0 was ready for its first trial run.

"Everything checks out.... let's see if it has some mobility!" Erjeon pressed a touchpad and bent over towards the small microphone on the control panel. "HORSIE, MOVE YOUR RIGHT LEG! MOVE YOUR LEG!"

Nothing happened.

Ejeon let out a big, disappointed sigh. "Well, how typical. Too much cobalt, I guess." Then Kiwlee started to laugh. "Maybe it'll help if you plug in the microphone? You know, that thing with the wire on its end?" Erjeon grinned sheepishly, fumbled with a couple of wires and pressed the pad again. "HORSIE, MO--"

A loud explosion outside rocked the building on its foundations. "Oh great," grumbled Erjeon. "Those bloody anti-techies at it again? Well, you know the drill...." And with a sigh and a final look at Horsie, Kiwlee and Erjeon left the laboratory. It was to be quite an ordinary day after all.

They should have stayed a little, maybe. For just a couple of seconds later, Horsie stirred into life. It moved its head, looked about a bit, moved its legs and repeated the only command it had ever heard.

"Moo?" it said, questioningly. "Moo?"