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My feet silenced by the high-tech shoes I wear. Winner wheels louder than me. It sounds like a vacuum in a very low volume. In an age where the owners of loud technologies is frowned upon like crying babies in a public Mechaplane, white noise sounds refreshing. "Wanda, why are you taking me to the restaurant?" I look at his face and smile. "Because I haven't been home much. Great thing about you is you're not forbidden in any place, like other pets. You don't need to go to school like children. I can just take you to wherever I want to see you if I miss you." "You sound a bit emotional." I glare at him. "You sound like Dad." "He's my Dad too." I sigh and look ahead as we got onto the escalator. I was in Indicatha. They had a community of ten thousand humans. I got outside our cabin, bringing a cake. The forest deep and thick. My father used the sun to charge Winner. "Why do you use the sun directly, Dad? I thought we already power everything through his charger... also po

The restaurant's sign has its CLOSED sign facing the outside world. Inside, I am with my 23 chefs. They sit in the dining room like they are the guests from two nights ago. The only difference is that they aren't here to eat, but to listen to my cooking plan this month."This February, let's scrap all our experiments for now."I look at the bewildered faces who can't even begin to murmur their uncertainties. Speechless, almost comedic. The gentle laughter escapes me."Relax. We'll use today to cook the easiest foods out of the marinated meats and give it to our Sapiensa Charity.""We have a charity organization?" Apprenti Luke whispers to Sakura."Yes. Sapiensa has a subsidiary charitable organization. We feed the rich? We eat them too." I answer."But that's not the main topic of today. I want to disrupt the experiments because we have a much more important learning opportunity this month. Apprentis, please take notes. This month, we have only one person to impress. It's Eli Wright.

Dilemma, planning, visitation, getting to know him before cooking, dynamic setting (rocky at first).Why the fuck did I agree to this shit?I wake up from my smooth white sheets, pouring out my rage in a shrill. I look to the window, heaving already. Flying cars around this city, holographic advertisements everywhere from the view of my 20th-floor studio apartment.Inhale, Wanda. Let the oxygen hurt your lungs a bit like a balloon on the verge of exploding.Then, exhale. Like you're letting go of every pain you went through in your life.I get down from the bed, placing my feet on the soft insoles. I wait as my insoles pixelate around my feet to form a pair of fuzzy sandals. I notice the left one missing some pixels and groan. I have to repair them soon.Walking to my living room, my house looks too clean as if no one lives there for a while. Sighing, I start making my coffee."HELLO, WANDA!""WHAT THE FUCK?" I shout, spilling my coffee onto my hand.Turning my head to the source of t

It's 6 P.M. The first customers of the year are finally arriving from their mecha-transformer cars. Classic of the people who look down on those with "cheap flying cars."I have no time to greet them by the door. I never see the point anyway. After all, I'm not a celebrity. Besides, I don't wish to greet people like these.I can see from the kitchen pass-through counter that the guests arrive with glamorous outfits, sitting at their assigned tables."Chef, good to go?" My cake pâtissier arrive at my table with a chocolate cake.I bend down slightly, checking the moistness. Taking in the subtle smell of molten chocolate that anyone could taste without moving their mouth. The kind that drives a person crazy with cravings they didn't know existed.I didn't taste the chocolate, but I already know the cake has a perfect ratio of bitterness and sweetness that it mirrors the bittersweetness of one's memories. Opening my eyes, I nod to Saul, the pâtissier."Good to go." The corner of my lips

Sapiensa. All the blood, sweat, and tears compiled into a name, shining in a hologram restaurant sign. Weirdly, I have treated the name like a title of a project on my desk, always looking down at it with a pen and a paper, drawing the imaginary building, and writing the recipes of the dishes I'd cook. Now, I'm looking up at it as if it's my child who is now taller than me. The three stars appears below Sapiensa's name. My joy exceeds the infinity of this universe's width. Even in a time where the shadows of skyscrapers drown the sun while neon-colored hologram lights become an essential, my restaurant's sign outshines them in my eyes. My wristwatch beeps, the vibration shifts my gaze to my wrist. It's just 30 days in to the new year, but somehow orders don't rest. I have been rejecting bookings lately, because Sapiensa is so new to this achievement as a "three-Holostar restaurant."LARA: Morning, Ms. Edisa. I have a potential customer who wants to book you tomorrow for their birt

Eli Wright was born in Neocatha, Mecha Pangea; on January 31st, 6174. In this year of the Cybersentient Era, Wright was one of those individuals who form part of 97% of Mechahuman species in that century's demographics.As a species and a sentient being, Mechas were an accidental creation by humans. They live in peace as Mechas learn every scientific criterion to be labelled as living, acknowledging that their creators are humans.Ironically, Eli was a writer. Throughout human history, the children born fully-human were often dissuaded from pursuing their passion of making their career in their artistry; usually by their family members. Artistry, however, was the most desired area for studies and career in the Cybersentient Era.With his noble background, he had enough resources to become one of the most notable individuals of the era.He married a fully-human chef, Wanda Wright (née: Edisa, born October 15th 6174). In his interview to NeoTablo, he says his wife made him "forget half