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"...Cyborg Tim’s power supply was running low and he needed to top up with biomass.
He stood in the dinner queue.
“Tim!” his friend Ben shouted. “What are you eating?!”
Cyborg Tim didn’t know yet. He switched his nasal sensors to acute.
Gravy, definitely gravy.
And he could detect meat – chicken, yes, chicken! he thought.
And sweat. Sweat wasn’t on the menu, was it?"