Prompt: The realisation that some human, somewhere, had to think drinking/eating something that came out of another animal was a good idea when no-one had done it before. ie Milk, Eggs, etc.
Rael found Lyr attempting to repeatedly stab her lunch. It was a Cop Special, refried hash made from everything that didn’t quite fit in the regular meals, mixed with egg, rice and/or potato.
“What did the hash do to you?” he asked.
“It’s not the hash. Shepard asked who ate the first egg.”
Ah. “And now you’re aware of food?”
“Someone had to dig up the first potato and eat it. Someone had to find the first egg delicious. Someone… looked at a phlegmy grey thing inside an oyster shell and ate it anyway.” Stab, stab, stab… “And today, I can’t look at anything without wondering… why did we decide to eat them?”
Rael sat down with his starter courses. “Because, Officer Marken, humans are insane.”
“Of course. How easy to forget.”
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