Serix just rolled his eyes when Cassie insisted he was attacked by the ‘dogs’ because she wasn’t with him. He followed her again and she led him to a smaller storage room full of round, metal containers. “Pick what you want. Sorry it’s all canned, but that's all that could stay good during all this time,” she grabbed one for herself.
All of the containers looked the same, so Serix just chose a random one and took it down from the shelf. He turned it over in his hands. It didn’t look like it had a lid. How was he supposed to get the food out of it without breaking the container? He snuck a glance at Cassie to see that she was opening her container with a small tool that she twisted around one of the flat sides.
Serix held out a hand to take the tool from her when she was finished using it. When she gave it to him, he looked at it more closely. The device had a tiny grip on the inside that fit the rigged edge of the food container. He fit it on the metal edge and copied Cassie’s twisting motion until the side popped off. The smell of food set his stomach to rumbling again.
Inside the container were small wedges of orange fruit. He pulled one out and sniffed at it. He had never seen anything like it, but it smelled delicious. He bit off a piece of it and widened his eyes. The strange fruit tasted sweeter than any of the food he’d ever eaten back on the ship. All he had available there were the dehydrated and heavily salted rations provided to the Lunairans by the higher powers. The food was dull and tasteless, only eaten for the nutrients it contained. Serix devoured the Earth fruit ravenously.
“So what's your plan now?” Cassie asked. “Are you going to go back to the ship for your next check in, or do you have something else in mind?”
“I don’t have to report back for another two days,” Serix said, sitting down across from her on the floor. “But even then, I’m not sure. Sometimes I think it might be easier to just not go back. Play dead, in a sense. Maybe the pilot would just write me off as a casualty to one of those… eh… dogs.” He shook his head. “But I know he won’t let me go that easily. Not after losing track of me twice. Maybe I should just go back and let him turn me in to the leaders.” He gave a mirthless laugh. “It might be easier than just prolonging the inevitable.”
All of the containers looked the same, so Serix just chose a random one and took it down from the shelf. He turned it over in his hands. It didn’t look like it had a lid. How was he supposed to get the food out of it without breaking the container? He snuck a glance at Cassie to see that she was opening her container with a small tool that she twisted around one of the flat sides.
Serix held out a hand to take the tool from her when she was finished using it. When she gave it to him, he looked at it more closely. The device had a tiny grip on the inside that fit the rigged edge of the food container. He fit it on the metal edge and copied Cassie’s twisting motion until the side popped off. The smell of food set his stomach to rumbling again.
Inside the container were small wedges of orange fruit. He pulled one out and sniffed at it. He had never seen anything like it, but it smelled delicious. He bit off a piece of it and widened his eyes. The strange fruit tasted sweeter than any of the food he’d ever eaten back on the ship. All he had available there were the dehydrated and heavily salted rations provided to the Lunairans by the higher powers. The food was dull and tasteless, only eaten for the nutrients it contained. Serix devoured the Earth fruit ravenously.
“So what's your plan now?” Cassie asked. “Are you going to go back to the ship for your next check in, or do you have something else in mind?”
“I don’t have to report back for another two days,” Serix said, sitting down across from her on the floor. “But even then, I’m not sure. Sometimes I think it might be easier to just not go back. Play dead, in a sense. Maybe the pilot would just write me off as a casualty to one of those… eh… dogs.” He shook his head. “But I know he won’t let me go that easily. Not after losing track of me twice. Maybe I should just go back and let him turn me in to the leaders.” He gave a mirthless laugh. “It might be easier than just prolonging the inevitable.”