The Light-years Beneath My Feet
Chapter One
Marcus Walker's khirach-tel souffle had fallen, and couldn't get up.
But it was trying to.
Writhing, peridot-hued filaments of specially sweetened bariile as
active as they were tasty twisted and coiled like a nest of worms on
speed as they struggled to re-form the compact yet airy loaf Walker
had initially marshaled out of ingredients coughed up by the trio of
synchronized synthesizers. Adrift in the center of the spherical
preparator, suspended within its energized field and shielded from
its harmful effects, he strove to maintain a semblance of recipe.
All around him, the aromatic components of the special dessert he
had engineered emerged from the synths to steadily merge and meld,
freeze or bake. If everything came off as planned, the result ought
to be a last course spectacular enough to impres ... read full excerpt from The Light-years Beneath My Feet ebook
