A soft hiss announced the arrival of my order. It wasn’t often that I was in a position to order coffee. Real coffee. Not the brown sludge pretending to be the incredibly rare caffeinated nectar. It was probably why this particular joint was so busy. A line of people snaked around the block, waiting for the clearance to come in.
One thousand credits for this tiny thimble of black fluid—roughly half my food budget for the week. Food wasn’t needed to survive, right? All of a century ago, there were some who classified coffee as a basic food group.
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