“Excuse me, miss. Is this milk really made out of goats?” Ah, yes, a goat child running into an android woman in a super market. This was pretty normal for Hive City. There was urgency in his voice, brows pushing together in concern. This was a rather stressful moment for him. He held a carton above him, labeled in bold print, “GOAT MILK”. “Please tell me it’s not. I don’t know what this means.”