Mastodon post 2026-01-08
The third-class warprail ticket that the University of Chedran funded along with the scholarship resulted in a thirty-one hour layover at Holraki station. The meal and accommodation vouchers that the university provided were good there, thankfully. Wandering the concourse I was overwhelmed by the food options—even if half of them catered to ammonia breathers and leaked a smell of piss from their atlocks. When I spotted an Earth Steakhouse I burst into tears; the loneliness of not having seen another human for two weeks was already harder than I’d imagined. I couldn’t not go in. It was an easy mistake to make, I guess. All the meat is replicated so it wasn’t technically cannibalism.