“I fucked up my internal clock and having insomnia always triggering midnight hunger.”
“Midnight hunger?”
“A zombie like state that make me crave food.”
“What's a zombie?”
“You’ll see tonight.” -- Anon Guest
Humans have weird terms for everything. Spacers, even more so. It's as if being locked inside a limited space with only audio channels available for communication triggers its own unique permutations on language. Either that, Grux speculated, or they were just Like That from the beginning.
"Just a warning," said the Human trucker who was giving Grux a lift to Nowhere Station, "I messed up my internal clock, and my chronic insomnia is always triggering midnight hunger."
Grux briefly pondered educating the Human in the many ways that time was a social construct to keep large masses of intelligent beings lined up in the same work cluster. But it was also an important unit of currency that no wealthy person could hoard. Instead of any of that, ze said, "Midnight hunger?"
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