“Good morning, Gio.” he greeted.
“Morning.” I replied.
“Did you sleep well?”
“Not really. But it’s amazing how simulated dreams feel so real.”
“Technology that is indistinguishable from magic, you know that old saying?” he asked cheerfully.
“Yeah. Can’t believe we've gotten this far.”
“So what do you want for breakfast? Shall I warm up the food printer? Or do you just wanna pop one of those food pills?”
I stood silent for a while, pondering my options.
“No Jake, I, uh... I want to cook.”
“You want to cook?” Jake asked, surprised.
“Yes, Jake. Does the induction stove still work?”
“Yes, it does. I’ll start it up now. Do you want me to search for recipes?”
“No need. I remember my mum’s recipes just fine, thanks.”
Jake hesitated for a while. "Why?" He asked finally.
"I just want to feel human, Jake. To savour the taste of the Old Centuries...and prepare a surprise for her."
He fell silent and left me alone to my cooking.
