We bring you now to the not-too-distant future. It is a future where the transformation of our society from agrarian to a modern industrial utopia has been fully achieved. Cities are massive, layered constructs, the pinnacle of efficiency and space usage. Their inhabitants must, however, be fed.
Plains states speckled with homely farmhouses have been replaced by vast rectilinear tracts of hydroponic grain, huge vats of nutrient slurry, millions of cloned cows that moo in unison, and acellular sheep composed entirely of wool fibers. Science, however, has not completely conquered the farm. One lone, proud animal remains.
Too fickle to conform to breeding programs, and too specialized to succumb to robotic replacement, the world's chickens still produce natural eggs, such that the omelette has become a symbol of The Way Things Used To Be. The world's chickens all reside in a massive complex of pens in central Nebraska, fully automated.
Unfortunately, a recent massive accident resulting from a programming bug has released untold millions of chickens from their pens. They peck and cluck at random, depositing their eggs in a scattered manner, rendering useless the automatic and immobile collecting machines.
It is up to you to produce the world's first generation of Cybernetic Chickens, capable of autonomously recognizing, handling, and depositing these eggs in the collecting machines before they go bad. You must realize that if these eggs go bad, they could unleash a cloud of noxious vapors worse than any chemical weapon.
Time is of the essence. Godspeed!