"They serve the stars on porcelain plates and brew cosmic dust as tea. Diana once asked, '
Is this the soup of the Singularity?' her voice wavered like a first contact signal..."
Patron Report:
Scan 0221
"Transmission log: 487 contractions and celestial greetings tangled in spaghetti form. Often the wi-fi sorceress at the corner revives expiring frequency recipes. Wish for them... cuisine connotes."
Patron Report:
Entry Code 17713
"Cosmic radio silence broken intermittently by unauthorized inter-planetary dance music. Tables vibrate in tandem with beat mismatched to caffeine's celestial end."
Patron Report:
Pass 93.7
The abandoned table sits there still, orbiting silence. Each seat a fragment of unknown collaboration, attached firmly to a coil loosely known as the lost elements of disruptor meals. Do keys unlock some interactivity? Temperature Adjustment Console. Would it entice the curious ethereal bodies polled nearby?