Me, Her, and the Ballistic Weaponry [Antique]

Chemical facilities room in BB Makina. In that cluttered room lined with numerous terminals and devices, Taro kneels in front of a chalet about 20 cm in diameter.

"Miso soup or something, I can't do it first. Problems before that. Is this what I was eating..."

Inside the chalet is chemically cultured artificial meat. It looks like a completely round chunk of meat, very similar to chicken or something packed for sale in Earth's supermarkets. It was soaked in the culture until earlier. This is dead now, but it definitely lived until it was removed from the culture.

It is a commonly eaten source of tampons in the Galactic Empire, and the meat Taro has ever eaten was this artificial meat without one exception.

"You don't even know what form the original creature was, what are you guys eating?"

Not to anyone. Murmuring Taro. Xiao Mei answers that she was looking at a beaker with chemicals nearby.

"Unfortunately Xiaomei doesn't fall into the category of" you guys "because she doesn't eat, Mr. Taylor. Is there a problem?

"No, what's the problem... uh, I guess you say that's normal over here. What the hell is this? Are you sure you don't know who you are, not some urban legend or something?

"Affirmative, Mr. Taylor. It is presumed, of course, that the original was some kind of animal, but it is now unclear what it was. Nowadays it is simply called edible meat and appears to be widespread throughout the galaxy. It will be difficult to guess the original animal because it has also been genetically quite tampered with. I'm pretty sure it's a mammal."

Taro returns a thoughtless reply saying "ha" to the answer from Xiaomei. When he hands on a chunk of meat on the beaker, he shivers when he hits the feel of real meat, although it's natural.

"If I only cultivated where I needed to be, you'd be the one who said I didn't care about the ex. What is it? A dairy farm that occasionally goes into conversation, not a ranch, but a factory?

Look at Taro, little plum tilting his neck.

"As difficult as the current definition of what the difference between those two is, it will be. Imagine a room where the cases containing the culture capsules just stand side by side, and that's exactly right."

"Ugh... what to say after a scattered spaceship ride around, but it's a totally SF world. What about vegetables and cereals?

"Likewise, Mr. Taylor. If you shape digestive aids, they become vegetables, and if you add molding aids such as sugar and gelatin to them, you can make cereals and other foods. Naturally, the flavour is just sweet and nothing else, but it can be seasoned as much as you want with the fragrances and seasonings to mix"

"Well, it's not entirely the chemical world anymore. That's why it tasted so monotonous... I was wondering if there were any transport problems or anything."

When Taro remembered the taste of his usual dishes on his tongue, he felt that it turned out to be the cause of the lack he felt every time.

"You can say that chemical synthesis can make most of the flavor. That's like painting with just three colors of paint, because with red, green and blue, you can make all the colors. I can't. Absolutely not. Taste isn't that simple."

"Really? But, Mr. Taylor. As I have said many times, I don't know about the flavor even if Xiao Mei tells me that I only have the minimum taste I need. By the way, according to Databank, people who are called natural foods also seem to do so. It seems to be generally regarded as a rich road trip."

"Have fun... uh, but is that it? If you think about costs and calories, do you really want efficiency?"

No matter how large the space station is, it's not comparable to the planet's earth. Given that it was finite and that the increase would cost a lot of resources, I was able to grasp the problem somewhat with Tailang as well.

"Given the total amount of calories required by the Galactic Empire, the number of fields required for its supply will be astronomical. Now is the time to spare, thanks to the continuation of peaceful times, but that would not have been the case during the Galactic Exploration Period. Artificial food may indeed not taste, but it is safe, easy to handle and can be produced in large quantities"

"You mean the early humans? If you ask me... if you want to use resources like that, would you go around to a more lethal place? That's not the place to be if you don't have enough."

I don't know what kind of people they were, but I'm going to imagine the first group of people who decided to pioneer this galaxy. I could anticipate hardships and problems that could not be counted just a little imagination, and the hardships at the time were overwhelmed.

"Ha... but isn't the empire capable of doing it now? We can build more stations, and if there's demand, will it be business? Why don't we build an agricultural station and grow it inside?

"No, I think it's hard, Mr. Taylor"

"Uh, why?

"Nobody knows how to grow grains or how to keep animals"

"............ what?

"So what Mr. Taylor calls" agriculture "is already a lost technology system (Lost Technology). Have you forgotten that even relatively modern weapon technologies like rail guns are struggling to reproduce them? Not to mention agriculture, which has no record at all. It's also possible that companies with habitable planets are rediscovering their know-how, but I find it difficult. Even if I knew that, I would never publish it."

"Seriously...... no, what people are called natural foods or something like that I was just saying? How do you prepare food?

"Whatever it takes, it's going to be in the form of imports of only a small amount of food collected on a habitable planet. But the story that they taste good doesn't exist at least within the data bank."

"No, why not? I knew it had to taste familiar...... uh, no. Okay. I'm gonna ask you again, what are you eating, those guys?

I have a prediction with a bad feeling, and Taro looks at Xiaomei with his eyes. Xiaomei walks to a terminal that was close by with no expression, and connects the cord that extends from her fingertips to the display. Eventually it will appear on the screen, an image list.

"... um, you shouldn't have seen it"

On the list were plants and animals of a kind that Taro had never seen before. And a bunch of insects and fish. But all of them are creatures that should be attached to "something that seems ~". Until now he has lost consciousness, but when you think about it, it is not normal. Ecosystems are different than not there on Earth.

"When this happens, I'm even suspicious of yeast, lactic acid bacteria, and the microbes around it. Miso is not impossible..."

Taro, who Marl told me to think lightly about making his own food, seemed a lot harder than expected when this happened. At least it's perfectly convenient to have complex elements such as fermentation or something.

"Sometimes Mr. Taylor. Is it difficult to use the chemical seasoning currently used to create something close to the taste you want?

"Um, I don't think it's hard, but something's different. I'm just making it look like it, not in itself. I don't know what to say. The difference between an eel and an anago? The difference between coffee and substitute coffee."

Taro tries to somehow explain the discomfort he feels in himself. But what are you doing with an AI that doesn't have a taste, you stop doing that after a while.

"Ha... sounds difficult after all. But I'm sure this has raised my expectations of the planet more and more. If they buy livestock and cereal there, they'll definitely change the food situation in the empire, right?

"Is that what it is? I don't know about Xiao Mei, but there is no guarantee that it will taste right for the tongue of mankind today, is there?

Xiao Mei leaning her neck. Taro, who is good at it, answers Xiaomei with his chest stretched.

"No, it definitely fits. 'Cause basically, the food they say is delicious in the Empire is delicious even if I eat it. I mean, it hasn't changed."

Side by side with the meat of the chalet, the taro continues.

"I don't know how long humankind has existed, but you've adapted to the global environment over hundreds of millions of years to evolve, haven't you? Naturally, I think taste is optimized for global production. Unless you're still evolving based on the survival of the fittest, but it doesn't look like it. Let's talk to Alan and the others. Like Mr. Phantom's gun, there might be something left over from Earth."

"Of course there is, but you get the original? Pretty good forehead, huh?

A surprising facial phantom occurs in one of the Battle School rooms integrated with Rising Sun's office. In contrast, "Can't you?," said Taro.

"I'm not saying it's impossible, but in some cases it doesn't matter how much money the collector keeps letting go. Grain or something is a less popular genre, but it's a rare and valuable product."

"Seriously...... no, it doesn't have to be original. I don't know if I can replicate something close to me, but isn't there something like that? Are you serious?

Taro climbs out of his desk and approaches Phantom. Neighbor Marr avoids the cup annoyingly, and Alan looks at Taro with interest.

"I just don't know the animals, but some if they are plant seeds. Some things must have successfully germinated. Was he a collector in the Tachio system? We were great, but unfortunately no one was dealing with us. Because I can't find out the credibility of being from Earth. It could be a fake, right?

"It's like the ancient lotus we call it on Earth... that was two thousand years old seed or something. No, wouldn't that be if it was frozen and preserved? So each person is actually here... Oh, excuse me. I'll be fine with credibility. It doesn't have to be a monophone, if it tastes good."

To Taro's answer, "Taste?" and the face leaning down his neck.

"I thought about it with a hint from Marl," Taro began to enthusiastically share his ideas about the Katsushika farming plant.