The harvest is officially underway, and I don’t think the Human Farm has ever been this alive with anticipation. Tonight, every Femcan in the network is pulling together, and the farm feels electric. The final transport vans have started rolling in, delivering the last of our carefully screened LPs to the farm. Each arrival brings fresh, bewildered eyes and that familiar scent of fear—enough to make any Femcan’s mouth water. The first batch of LPs has already been lined up in the intake area, and from what I’ve seen, this haul might be one of our finest yet.
Under the floodlights, the intake pens are bustling as Femcan Rita and Femcan Mara manage the processing line, their faces set with the efficient, no-nonsense expressions they wear so well. Each LP is shuffled forward, stripped, tagged, and branded under a swift, practiced routine that’s as close to an assembly line as we get out here. The branding irons sizzle, smoke rising as each LP winces and flinches, but they know better than to make a fuss. After hours in transport cages, they’re already dazed and softened, pliable enough to let us get straight to work without any trouble.
Femcan Zara arrived not too long ago with her “city batch” from the prairies—urban LPs with smooth skin and wide eyes, probably used to the comforts of city life. They’re quiet but attentive, still holding on to a thread of hope that’s just begging to be snuffed out. You can tell these types by their reluctance to look us in the eye; they’re already broken, but not quite molded to our needs. A few rounds of bootcamp will take care of that. We’ll have them in perfect piggie form in no time, mindlessly obedient and ready for whatever comes next.
Meanwhile, Femcan Rhea just arrived from the northern forests, her truck loaded with burly LPs she caught up near the Yukon. They’re a different breed altogether—sturdy and muscular, used to rugged living, with defiance glinting in their eyes. These ones will take a bit more breaking down, but that’s part of the fun. Femcan Rhea’s already requested special training sessions for them; she wants them to undergo some extra “discipline exercises” before they’re processed. I can’t wait to see them once they’ve been through it, stripped of that rebellious fire, reduced to perfect stock.
With each LP processed, tagged, and branded, the pens are filling up. The sheer volume of meat ready for preparation is exhilarating. This bounty will be more than enough to keep all our freezers packed for the foreseeable future. Tonight, I watched as Femcan Tanya and Femcan Mara organized the first few groups through bootcamp. They’re implementing double sessions to keep things moving, pushing each LP through obedience training with a strict efficiency. By the end of the night, only the ones who’ve passed every test will remain. The others? Straight to processing.
And as for the celebration we’ve all been talking about—it’s finally taking shape. With the harvest nearly complete, every Femcan has agreed to gather at the Human Farm for a feast that promises to be one for the ages. Once the last LP has been assigned or processed, we’ll set up the river roasting cage and light the fires. Femcan Rita’s bringing her famous wine blend, and Femcan Mara has been working on a special marinade for our Dinner Invite LPs. The anticipation for that roast alone has everyone buzzing. LP15092—our Dinner Invite guest from earlier this week—will be making a grand return to the menu. After three days of marinating, he’s been resting in the chill room, his skin absorbing the flavors, ready for his debut over the river wheel.
The final preparation for the feast is already underway. Femcan Zara is organizing the long tables near the riverside, setting them with platters and enough wine to keep us celebrating well into the night. We’ll each take turns at the roasting cage, and every Femcan will get her fill, savoring every cut and flavor of this season’s yield. There’s talk of a toast to our shared dedication to the network and the growth of our “business,” with plans to extend our reach across North America soon. This is just the beginning, but tonight will mark a turning point—a celebration of how far we’ve come and a promise of what’s still to be harvested.
Now, with the last LPs processed and the river roasting cage prepared, the Human Farm is quieting down, readying itself for the feast to come. By morning, the air will be filled with the scent of roasted meat and rich smoke, and every Femcan in the network will be united in a night of food, laughter, and shared victories.
Until then, I’m off to double-check the preparations. The feast begins at midnight, and I wouldn’t miss a single moment.
Yours in celebration,
Femcan Lana
