Chapter 9The sun went down. Our group of four reunited for dinner in the other apartment: paste al fresco, washed down with fluoridated water, all served on an outdoor terrace. Yes, you told the wall to do it and it did. Presto!
“Is this absolutely all your people eat?” I asked, trying—and failing miserably—to down the Elmer’s entrée.
Milo nodded his head. “This is government subsidized food, available in all buildings for free. Food is free, clothes are free, technology is free—after taxes are collected, of course. As to variety, that exists only for the holy.”
“Holy?” I asked.
He nodded. “Nuns,” he replied. “The nuns eat only food of the earth.”
I listened to him, but kept my eye on the girl, on Britney. Just the one eye, though; the other was glued on Milo—glued and stapled and cem
