Nole

Nole

No one eats out anymore, or so they tell me. I mean, of course I understand the concept of eating out, but no, I have not experienced such a thing for myself. My mom tells me that it’s sort of like when we go to other people’s bases and eat food together, except that when you “eat out,” strangers make the food for you so no one has to cook or prepare anything. My dad says that the convenience really made or makes the whole system work, but that my mother’s cooking tasted, tastes, no tasted back on Earth, better. I always pretend like I care about such nonsense whenever they try to explain life back on Earth. Sometimes I think that they miss it, but most of the time, I’m pretty sure that they do not miss it. Why they even talk about such nonsense seems to be because of the next shipment. Rumor has it that a new development in agricultural production will now be made possible with the supplies on board. My parents speculate a redesign in aggregate food production will spawn an endeavor to create and produce restaurants. I, stupidly, asked what a restaurant was, and am now sitting through a whole thing about them and what they were or are back on Earth.

I don’t really even know what the whole fuss about food is, anyway. It tastes awful and is really boring. I wish that I never had to eat anything at all, for any reason, but my parents make it seem like there was or is nothing else to do back on Earth. Like entire lives and life itself revolved around, or revolves around food, making it, eating it, working for it. I mean, I guess I sort of get it, but I also totally do not get it. My dad says that I definitely do not get it, and that I probably would never get it unless I traveled there, which I also definitely do not want to do. It takes months and months and months to get to Earth! I mean, that’s crazy. My moms says that I’d probably love it so much that I’d never want to come back. She says that’s how each generation survives. But whatever, I don’t care about any of that.

What I care about is this next shipment. Well, technically, I’m excited for the next launch after the ship lands. My parents said that they ordered something a little special for me, but I don’t really care about that either. I just want the ship to get here so that I can watch it leave again. Once it takes off, the boosters come careening back and, obviously, that’s my favorite part, the booster landings. Like, there are no people inside the boosters. They just come back down and land because that’s what they do. It’s so cool. It’s basically my favorite thing to do. Maybe EV and I will be able to go to Control by ourselves this time. Maybe.