06-18-2017, 08:30 AM
I check out the Dataverse and laugh. Nobody’s near us. Seems like everybody is scared of me. Guess I’ll just amble over to my victory then.
“No rush, Hendy!” I announce goodnaturedly, using my golden staff as a walking stick. “It’s a beautiful evening, we should deign to take in the sights and sounds!”
“As you say, m’leggiance.”
Even my tiredness has taken a backseat, fuelled as I am by victory. Totally. Completely. I’m wiiide awake.
In the distance I can see the safehouse, but at this distance it’s going to take ... hours … to reach it.
We take a short break to try out the ‘food’ we’ve been assigned.
“Chicken … pesto … pasta.”
Reads mine. I open it with a degree of suspicion before reading the instructions. It heats itself. Good.
I consider having Hendy take care of this business, but frankly, I’m curious about this land-technology. I remove the flat, food-filled packet and the heating dial-like panel, and I place them inside the plastic bag provided.
It says to wait five to six minutes. Ho-hum. I do so while watching with interest. Hendy doesn’t seem to be heating his.
“Not hungry, Vic?”
Hendy shrugs. “Just not worked up much of an appetite yet.” He pats his stomach.
That’s weird. He hasn’t eaten all day.
He pats his stomach and smiles dumbly. “Had a huge breakfast.”
Heh.
Come to think of it, I’ve not seen him take a drink either this whole time. My flask is nearly empty. I suppose he must have been drinking while he was walking behind me. But … it still feels weird. He’s too perfect. Am I being set up?
Finally the meal is done, and I take it out and open the packet.
And the smell does not please me.
I take a piece of the ‘pasta’. I nibble.
And I nearly retch.
“Dear me, what the hell do they call this? Pasta? It’s disgusting. Here, Hendy, you can have mine. We’re going hunting.”
Hendy looks at the packet, then holds his hand up. “I’m alright, boss. Honestly.”
Even Hendy won’t eat it? Damn, this must be slop. I sigh.
“No rush, Hendy!” I announce goodnaturedly, using my golden staff as a walking stick. “It’s a beautiful evening, we should deign to take in the sights and sounds!”
“As you say, m’leggiance.”
Even my tiredness has taken a backseat, fuelled as I am by victory. Totally. Completely. I’m wiiide awake.
In the distance I can see the safehouse, but at this distance it’s going to take ... hours … to reach it.
We take a short break to try out the ‘food’ we’ve been assigned.
“Chicken … pesto … pasta.”
Reads mine. I open it with a degree of suspicion before reading the instructions. It heats itself. Good.
I consider having Hendy take care of this business, but frankly, I’m curious about this land-technology. I remove the flat, food-filled packet and the heating dial-like panel, and I place them inside the plastic bag provided.
It says to wait five to six minutes. Ho-hum. I do so while watching with interest. Hendy doesn’t seem to be heating his.
“Not hungry, Vic?”
Hendy shrugs. “Just not worked up much of an appetite yet.” He pats his stomach.
That’s weird. He hasn’t eaten all day.
He pats his stomach and smiles dumbly. “Had a huge breakfast.”
Heh.
Come to think of it, I’ve not seen him take a drink either this whole time. My flask is nearly empty. I suppose he must have been drinking while he was walking behind me. But … it still feels weird. He’s too perfect. Am I being set up?
Finally the meal is done, and I take it out and open the packet.
And the smell does not please me.
I take a piece of the ‘pasta’. I nibble.
And I nearly retch.
“Dear me, what the hell do they call this? Pasta? It’s disgusting. Here, Hendy, you can have mine. We’re going hunting.”
Hendy looks at the packet, then holds his hand up. “I’m alright, boss. Honestly.”
Even Hendy won’t eat it? Damn, this must be slop. I sigh.
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