What could you be sad about on this terribly hot July Wednesday? You’ve got your box lunch with plastic-wrapped pickle. There were no dents or visible water damage to the box exterior. The food’s safe, nutritious and, although gray in appearance, it was selected and organized by an inhuman computer. No mistakes. It only understands vitamin and calorie counts, not human joy. You can only expect so much in this price range. Just think how you’d feel if you were one of the unlucky few that were actually fed to the computer to keep it running at top performance.
Oh. I see. You’d rather have a slice of pear in your lunch than a section of industrial carpeting. But the computer builds the meal around your specific metabolic needs.
Just take little bites and wash it down with the Brine Water from the thermos.
And don’t let the other machines hear you whining.
HOT? It’s freezing here in Antarctica…