"You can't harvest real emotion, Valence," Vex sneered over the comm. "It's inefficient."
In the nebula's heart, Lira found not milk, but a star-nursery of crying, newborn stars. Their wails were shockwaves. Baron Vex arrived, his synthetic-ship, The Iron Nipple , bristling with cannons.
Captain Lira Valence had hit rock bottom. Her lactomancy license was revoked, her crew had mutinied, and the Interstellar Dairy Authority had put a lien on her soul. Her only remaining asset was The Bosom of the Cosmos —a derelict, biomorphic freighter that pulsed with a soft, pearlescent glow. To the uninitiated, it looked like a pair of floating moons. To Lira, it was home.
Here's a short, original sci-fi/fantasy tale inspired by the name Title: Oppai Odyssey