text | ❝ i left my body lying somewhere in the sands of time ❞

[quickfingers]

So, space. The Final Frontier. Astonishing.

Also unexpected. I take it none of us signed up for this though so I won't bitch. Much.

Anyway, I have a series of questions not ranked by importance:

1. Where are the aliens? The gross tentacley ones from tv.
2. Are WE the aliens here? Gasp. The turn around.
3. Capri Sun? Tang? Tab? Any of these available?

This isn't a Soylent Green kinda place right? Lie to me if you have to. Thx.

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[quickfingers]

1. Not sure if I'm relieved or let down tbh.
3. Sorry, not sorry. Maybe igniting the flames in your cravings will help you band together with me in an alliance to share any 4834209 year old packets we find in the future? Or to concoct something similar. We could make a killing if we can manufacture some sort of soda here.

[tearsinajar]

1. You should be relieved. Unless aliens are your thing
2. I think your better bet is to go with either coffee or alcohol. I know people who would kill for the former. Need to be careful with that stuff.

[quickfingers]

Duly noting the hot commodities of this place.

We'll rise an empire, Folgers look out.

[tearsinajar]

Nescafe is where it's at

But I think at this point, people will take whatever they can get. Smokes, coffee, alcohol.

Me, I'd kill for a burger and some fries.

[quickfingers]

Potatoes can't be that hard to come by in space. Alien tater tots sound A+ right about now.

In creeps that slow realization that all the foods I took for granted before are comprised of 2480595 ingredients that I can't replicate here. Burger and fries... so simple yet so complex.

[tearsinajar]

There's a lot that's been hard to come by which is why we have the rations. But there's also the greenhouse portion of the ship, maybe something can come of it.

There's still hope for your tater tots. And my fries.