And you’re sitting in a booth by yourselfat a Taqueria on Titan. Mawstuffed with tripas, lengua,and chorizo. You drowneach taco in a habanerosauce that alarming shadeof orange exclusivelyreserved for trafficcones and flotationdevices. You hopethe capsaicin willtrigger a floodof endorphins to quellthe swill and stir of yoursubterranean hunger.
You stare out at the seaof methane. Your strawrattles against rubyplastic as you slurpthe last of your Coke.
The waitress brings another.
The sky is impenetrable.
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