It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. A hundred years since the final bock, bock, bagock chimed upon these lands. A sound lost to silence and the limits of generational human experience. Stories told of things called chicken nuggets echoed hollow on the ears of today’s people unable to grasp the former ubiquity of the chicken fillet sandwich and cock-a-doodle-doos of a time long erased from our collective memories. Scientists too preoccupied with whether or not they could to consider whether or not they should synthesize our food in a lab, and now we all pay the bill, no concept of what we have lost.
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. A hundred years since the final bock, bock, bagock chimed upon these lands. A sound lost to silence and the limits of generational human experience. Stories told of things called chicken nuggets echoed hollow on the ears of today’s people unable to grasp the former ubiquity of the chicken fillet sandwich and cock-a-doodle-doos of a time long erased from our collective memories. Scientists too preoccupied with whether or not they could to consider whether or not they should synthesize our food in a lab, and now we all pay the bill, no concept of what we have lost.