You are an employee aboard the mega-ship ASV-OT-27, bound for some distant solar system somewhere within the Orion cluster. Your name and physical makeup are not relevant to the systems aboard the vessel.

You are employee AC-8905, and it is presently Dinner Week. A non-denominational corporate holiday that replaced all of Thanksgiving in 2231.

Your cat sized pet moth (it is a genetic abomination) named Trudy ruffles its wings (feathers?) as it snoozes on the windowsill. Some dust shakes off onto the plastic flooring.

It is 08:07 hours local ship time. The stars outside have never made you feel so small. What do you want for dinner (breakfast)?

Spaghetti & meatballs
Pepperoni Pizza
Condensed Space Donker
Literally anything else


Pet Trudy