Chapter Sixteen
For dinner, Rex insisted that he wanted to eat the space food that he had read so much about: space burgers, station loafers and dock signs.
Tina hadn’t the heart to tell him that despite the ridiculous names, the food wasn’t all that great. The closest any of it had been to meat was the gloved hands of the poor person putting these delicacies together from recycled protein. Rex would probably regret it the next day, but she left it. The garishly coloured displays on restaurant menus hadn’t changed terribly much in the past fifteen years, even if the style had been updated.
Whether you ordered soy burgers or sausages, the food was all fake. Even copious seasoning couldn’t mask the taste to Tina. It brought back unpleasant memories from the time when she was supposed to l
