Chapter Twenty-Eight
October 8, 2229, Neo Southern California Metroplex, en route to Police Enforcement Zone 122 Station
“That sausage didn’t taste like sausage,” Erik complained from behind the control yoke of his MX 60. He wrinkled his nose in disgust. “I don’t know if there’s something wrong with their ingredient printer or with their grill, but I can’t get the taste out of my mouth.”
“My pancakes were okay,” Jia offered. “A little gritty, but not too bad.”
“Food is overrated,” Emma commented.
“You’ve said that before.” Erik laughed. “I’ll say the same thing. Taste something first, then you can offer an opinion.”
Emma’s hologram appeared in the back, a pensive look on her face. “It’s interesting. I can’t taste, but when you describe it, I understand. Not in the sense that I can pe
