Imagine, if you will, the illustrious Countess Automatica preparing a dinner feast in the year 3473. Her trusted allies, the spice drone and the sous-android, bustling around the kitchen in a clamor of whirrs and puffs of scented vapor.
On tonight's avant-garde menu, not yet approved by the Intergalactic Culinary Board, is a shimmering platter of Nitrogen-braised Holo-chicken, accompanied by a duel of oscillating spectral greens.
Intrigue laces the dining hall as the invited historians quarrel about how quite perceptibly, "Chicken did not even exist in this quadrant until the 23rd century!" they proclaim in unison. Meanwhile, Professor Timewarp, clutching his overdue examination papers, argues fiercely over the ginger dip that's sentient.
For dessert, a peculiar crescendo of Miss Puddington's Temporal Paradox Pie—a delightful contradiction best enjoyed now and later—ooo, do mind the time-filling.