The idle ramblings of a Jack of some trades, Master of none

In case you ever wondered what delicacies would appeal to an enhanced human far into the future, wonder no more. In The Solaris Book of New Science Fiction: v. III, appears a story called Necroflux Day by John Meaney, in which a Bone Listener and his son have a meal in celebration of the boy's birthday.
The food was good: komodo steak and buttery mashed tubers, then squealberry pie and ice cream, washed down with hot blue chocolate. But no waiters came out to sing Happy Birthday, and Carl and Dad were seated behind a heavy pillar, where entirely human diners could not see the hint of otherness in father and son as they ate.


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