two ideas to chew on. . ….
a touch of sci-fi… Hmm. Tastes like chicken, he thought. Pureed, reconstituted, pasty… chicken. I guess it could be worse. He took another spoonful from the tin, examined it in the low light, and ate it. Rations weren’t ever inspiring, but today they were especially dreary. Sure, they contain all the goodness of a real…
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