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"How old does a habit have to be before it refuses to keel over." Grace muttered to himself as he turned the glass cylinder, first one way then the other. He watched the purple-y, blue substance within slide from one end to the other.
Taumoeba. Stella saver. A few thousand generations down from their Tau Ceti ancestors.
Well not just Taumoeba. A pretty specific strain. One they'd developed, by trial amd error, for... months? Months at least. He doesn't fully remember. And no. They were not xenonite resistant. They'd managed to breed that back in. No more mistakes like that. Never again.
Right. Yeah. Anyway. Taumoeba Strain FM-78. Made specifically for human consumption in a long term setting.
Nicknamed 'Tau-Mignon'.
"Congrats, Rocky! We have invented space prosciutto!"
"Why Grace like this, question?"
Grace's lips pulled to a slight smile at the memory. It'd come just in time really. He'd been pretty thin by then. Had been rationing pretty severely. So yeah. It might as well have been a fresh steak.
It wasn't meaty. Not like that. It tasted more like... overripe fruit. Just shy of being 'drunk elephant' overripe. Like in that nature video that had all the animals eating the fruit and getting, you know... anyways.
Thing was... he got kinda used to it.
The taste. Consistency.
He was getting better but really...
Grace shrugged, unscrewed the lid of the cylinder and tipped it. The substance was almost like a jam as he tipped it into a bowl of oat meal.
Not alot. Just enough to get the right...flavor. with the oats and butter and brown sugar. The list felt damn luxurious in his head.
He sealed up the Tau-Mignon and put it in the fridge before scooping up the bowl and stirring it until it all had that slight purple-y, blue tinge and finally when Grace scooped some into his mouth it tasted right. It settled better. He felt some tiny, tightly wound thing inside him loosen.