Her meat wasn't quite burnt enough, but she pulled off one piece with her fingers and ate it anyway. "Some cultures," she licked a smear of fat from her lip with her narrow tongue, "some cultures believe that the greatest gift the dead can give is their flesh, to give life to the living. Plenty of Earth cultures practiced cannibalism, too. It's just everyone here is tryin' to follow one set of codes, and they're diverse on THIS and completely locked down on THAT. And I want THAT." She took her skewer and went at it.
The meat was smoking as she bolted it down, little black crusts crunching under her teeth Salty-sweet and moist, with that slight overmoistness of vat-grown meat. It made her think of funeral feasts and battlefields, and food served by her mothers, sliced hot from the bone just for her, for their little Anwei.
"It's just one thing, and it makes you happy. All you've given them, the least they can spare is some meat that was just goin' to be thrown out anyway." Well, rather it would be thrown into one of Stacy's disposal chutes, where she strongly suspected it might get turned into food anyway. Slop.
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The meat was smoking as she bolted it down, little black crusts crunching under her teeth Salty-sweet and moist, with that slight overmoistness of vat-grown meat. It made her think of funeral feasts and battlefields, and food served by her mothers, sliced hot from the bone just for her, for their little Anwei.
"It's just one thing, and it makes you happy. All you've given them, the least they can spare is some meat that was just goin' to be thrown out anyway." Well, rather it would be thrown into one of Stacy's disposal chutes, where she strongly suspected it might get turned into food anyway. Slop.