New Ceres: Now Serving Delicious!
I press my face to the cold glass separating me from space as my mother docks The Flying Potato to New Ceres Station. The outer hull of their marketplace level is transparent, revealing a line of people waiting for our ship to arrive. My hair smells like peanut oil and I want to shower, but there’s no time.
I flip the small switch from “Sorry We Missed You!” to “Now Serving Delicious!” The neon light changes from drowsy amber to animated green and the potato in the window—previously sleeping—is now dancing.
I’ve never known anything so excited to be eaten.