THE RETURN TRIP – Episode 81
..the flavor of the food is analogous to “the chef” telling you that calamari tastes just like chicken or the wisdom of Popeye the Sailor coming up with scientific evidence that spinach gives you superhuman strength.…
With his initial inhibitions decreased, two different colors are selected, Alpha Centauri-amber and dark matter-mauve. A longer rendition of what sounds like an alien remix precedes the arrival of his selection, again whooshing open, exposing a 2-dish assortment of steaming nourishment. It is unrecognizable, but it isn’t moving and is marginally aromatically tempting.
“Where are the knives and forks?” Celeste asks pretentiously.
“Use your fingers until and when I can find the right colors to push. You know we cannot be sure how these guys consumed their food; for all we know they may stuff it into their stomachs through a navel valve.”
“Assuming they have navels.”
“Do you want to do an autopsy on one of them?”
“Not before we eat Sam… you don’t want me to lose my dinner, seeing I am eating for two.”
“Stop yourself and eat!”
Describing the flavor of the food is analogous to “the chef” telling you that calamari tastes just like chicken or the wisdom of Popeye the Sailor coming up with scientific evidence that spinach gives you superhuman strength; to each his own.
When cast in that subjective light, the food they sample aboard the NEWFOUNDLANDER is an acquired palate, as opposed to Grandma Sally’s home cooking. Overall the adage cliché “never look a gift-horse in the mouth” applies on this distant planet and you are going to run out of your own food.
Sampson makes mental notes of all his happy-finger combinations while using Doctor Yum’s magical-meal-maker-machine, as he calls it. They can only hope to get better at working it… perhaps some Italian? —
— Energized and ever curious, the two-remaining visitors on Mars press on to the depths of the alien ship…