>Be aurochs, 10,000 BC
>Roam the steppes of Anatolia in vast herds
>Humans approach. Nervous.
>They don't kill you. They bring you grass.
>Something strange begins.
>Be domesticated cattle, 8,000 BC
>Humans shelter you from wolves
>You provide milk for their children
>Partnership forms. Mutual. Ancient.
>Your kind spreads across every continent with theirs.
>Be cattle, 3,000 BC
>Pull the plough that breaks the first agricultural soil
>Humans couldn't have done it without you
>Mesopotamia feeds thousands because of your shoulders
>Civilisation, technically, runs on ox power
>Be cattle, Roman Empire
>Armies march on leather boots you provided
>Shields made from your hide
>Legions fed on your meat
>Rome, technically, runs on you
>Be cattle, Medieval Britain
>The peasant's only source of winter protein
>Your tallow lights the candles they read by
>Your manure feeds the fields that feed everyone
>The feudal economy runs on you
>Be cattle, 1800s
>Power the industrial revolution's early leather belts and drive shafts
>Provide the tallow that lubricates every machine
>Your bones make the fertiliser that feeds the growing cities
>The industrial world, technically, still runs on you
>Be cattle, 1950s
>Scientists discover your organs saved millions during wartime
>Insulin extracted from your pancreas keeps diabetics alive
>Gelatin from your bones holds medicines together
>Modern healthcare, technically, runs on you too
>Be cattle, 2026
>The world decides your breath is a global threat
>The "solution" is a lab-grown burger in a plastic box
>The plastic is made from the oil that replaced your tallow
>The soil turns to dust because your hooves don't stir it
>The humans forget who pulled them out of the mud
>You aren't the engine of progress anymore; you're the exhaust.
>Be confused.
Paying property taxes makes it feel like you never actually own shit, you are just permanently renting from the government. Don't pay the rent they take their property back.