SF Drabble #338 “Restaurant Row”

They were surrounded by a jumble of colors, scents, and noise; hundreds of shops and stalls competing for the attention of their senses.

“Where should we eat?”

“I don’t… oh, wait, I remember.” She reached into her purse and pulled out the Polixaci Ident disc they’d been given at boarding. As soon as it was in her hands a visual overlay appeared showing her which shops were pre-approved for humans. “The lenses.”

He fished his own disc out of his pocket, and whistled appreciatively. “How about the Triket’th place?”

“Looks too much like squirrel.”

“What, the food or the Triket’th?”

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