Chapter Thirty
July 23, 2230, Solar System, En Route UTC Space Fleet Base Penglai
Despite her family’s wealth, Jia, like most people, spent her life consuming mostly artificial meat, whether prepared or printed.
Her mother enjoyed the occasional ostentatious display of serving and eating real meat, but she was suddenly concerned about wasting money when there wasn’t anyone around to impress except her daughters and husband.
A lifetime of eating artificial meat should have made her less sensitive to the vagaries of such products, but she could taste a difference in the meals prepared on the Argo. Those faint differences reminded her she was on a ship deep in space.
It hadn’t been so bad before, but she was already regretting not packing food on this trip.
Her current noodles’ textural
