I’m the chef of The future I try to cook what’s best! But, since the Drone war ended Everything destroyed the best!

Any livestock,is now all gone!. We can’t grow veggies or fruit

Because we have no precious land It all turned into stone and sand!

So what do people like to eat? Simulated chemicals, that taste like meat!

Stuffed into a capsule, garnished with care I put it in the microwave, ...

“Welcome to my kitchen,” said the cook in his thick accent. It was quick and french, or at least, old fashioned french. Nowadays, that accent was only found in Ifragald, the country where cooking was centred around ever since scientists gathered France, Italy, Greece, a little of Africa, and England, the countries with the most prominently displayed food. “Today,” the chef said, who was Jarett H...

Reading a book titled “2024” in the kitchen, these morning sounds, of year 2500 seem to be familiar to a 2024 airport. DEFINITION: Consistent rumbling roars , with a high pitched wind . Cooking lunch, you see here , these trees produce all those fabulous fruits on the counter. Reading I see fruits weren’t always produced this way. Behind me you see strawberries, I prefer them on thick waffles fo...

I hum as I walk into my kitchen in the back, ready to prepare a feast for all senses. I am the Chef LaDurro El Charpudo, world renowned baker and cook. I have my own hologram show. I teach brilliant young chefs to cook prefection. I have millions of fans. I have the biggest one man resturaunt in the world.

Well, two person. I share it with my daughter Amelia.

I wave to her as I step into the kit...

The year 2500 had seen the most massive uptick in space travel in centuries. The year 2300 had produced the very first lightspeed engine; 2400, the advanced lightspeed engine; and 2500 was the century of the super advanced lightspeed engine. And by golly, we were running out of names for lightspeed engines. One thing that we weren’t running out of, however, were ludberries. They came from the plan...

Eating for pleasure No need to worry Calories no treasure In no hurry...

The air lock seals the entrance immediately after we enter my Pod - SR24. I walk straight to the incubator without addressing my guests — in the transparent container grows a single plant of basil.

The self-regulated incubator sends growth data to me when I’m away. But seeing it, seeing the tender green leaves getting bigger and darker each time, and the stems getting stronger, well, it’s a m...

I see an array of warm colors. The steam flying from the pot like a train whistling down the tracks. A plethora of reds and yellows and oranges swirl around before my eyes. Forming this dish was a challenge but also an exciting event. Feeling the soft red bombs burst between my fingertips and allowing for an array of flavor to splatter the bowl. In another moment I feel tears cascade down my cheek...

I’ve been studying for this moment for years, I’ve read the ancient texts, perused the ancient websites. I dream of chocolate and other things that went extinct two centuries ago. And yet I’m stuck with what I have.

My laser blade slices through the flesh of the fout, its jelly-like body jiggles a little as I scoop out its innards and mush them up in the bowl.

It’s a cruel thing taking somethi...

All I could think about was the rough texture beneath my fingers. That grainy, almost porous clay surface of grey matter. A substance infused with proteins, and nutrients, but with no flavor other than that of a flat, metallic sensation.

I’m so sick of this: the war. Not only for the deaths, but for the geographical consequences of it as well. With most of our natural food sources depleted or ext...