The Network Nibble
It was the year 4250 and a very nice day. Grine who was well tanned and with long, dark flowing hair had just left his Mac, the warmth to his bedroom, on which he had been home bouncing, or as it used to be known, home programming, in Merte. Everyone everywhere could program because we were taught it from P1 of school, and he was headed for The Network Nibble restaurant where he was to meet his buddies Shark (a gaming name), Peirca and Tullon who’d also been bouncing. All restaurants were considered places where you could meet other people as chatting at mealtimes had reclaimed its importance because we reflected on the meaning of life and had accepted just one belief as a world, humanism based on atheism, since we had sent a humanoid robot onto Venus, when technology became morally described by law court.
Finished bouncing, pleased
Sat with friends, bat around code
Forward! To chat, grace
They ordered, and all four wanted Ninis, Tanzup and Cousmous. Tunis was a purple vegetable like the good carrot, and like most new foods which became available, was artificially grown in a lab where synthetic foods were invented in cultures. Tanzup likewise was a synthetic steak bought from the Harvard labs by the grandfather of all food companies, Findus, which had gone gourmet a millennium and a half ago. And cousmous was just shredded banana combined with eviagé, a recently developed synthetic vegetable which tasted like mars bar, extinct for 1913 years, that was bought from Harvard by Nike, because all sports companies by law now have to sell at least one food product, since we’d caught up with our capitalist ignorance and accepted the primacy of marketing ethics, specifically that a private company’s responsibility to direct people towards health, fitness and diet was indisputable.
Food good, fills me right
Main component Ninis, veg
Not the steak aside
A server must’ve overheard Grine discuss his computer program, because both the chefs came out, and they were both superforms, humanoid robots made at MIT Lab, because this was Massachusetts. The manager of the Network had a friend in research there looking at human flight for all people, not just for the academical who were also sporty. She’d bought the chef superforms for half their cost. But that was just another benefit of friendship to her, and of opening up to people rather than stagnating by introverting too much into tech.
My chefs love me, oil
No questions of friendliness
Discount for good friends
Copyright © Dominique Jon Apple Webb | Year Posted 2016
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