My sampling of what it could be:
Earth’s orbit
John Stewart and Hal Jordan are cruising along in a flashy vintage space speeder. Stewart is treating Jordan to lunch at a new satellite diner receiving rave reviews, just got a new shipment of cryogenic fresh food from “mother rock”. Somekind of newly genetically hybridized squid-pig.
Stewart: I hear ISS-F41 got a new shipment of goodies from mother rock. Somekind of new meat hybrid, squid-pig, or squid-cow, I think. Been looking to try it. What about you, Hal?
Jordan: Uck! What are they doing down there on mother rock? What happened to good ol’ hybrid land animals? The ida of mixing sea and land creatures together makes my stomach churn!
Stewart: Really? Remember that mystery meat we ate last week? The one you seemingly howled at the moon over?
Jordan: Yeah, what about it? It was cow-pig, right? Quite delicious.
Stewart: Haha. That was otter-jellyfish.
Jordan: Nah. I know my meats. It was cow-pig.
Stewart: ISS-F32 only gets shipments from the Pacific Coast. They don’t specialize in land hybrids. Ya sure?
Jordan silent. Then humiliated.
Jordan: God damnit. The servers on ISS-F32 were Asian!
Stewart and Jordan burst out in laughter.
Stewart and Jordan gracefully dock their vintage space speeder outside ISS-F41, a satellite diner that just opened. It used to be an international armory, but due to administrative corruption and becoming a hub for illegal drug smuggling, ISS-F41 was eventually shut down, bought out by the United Nations Space Reform Coalition, and converted into an international food vendor.
Stewart and Jordan inside ISS-F41, surrounded by other astronauts, servicemen, space lawmen, etc.
Stewart ordered the squid-pig, which came in a heated transparent pouch, looking like a pink human fetus lab experiment. But Stewart was smacking his lips with glee.
Jordan ordered the cow-pig, his favorite. He also enjoyed the green kale and gasoline smoothies. All the foods came in translucent pouches, looking like diarrhea or filled douchebags. But all around the space diner, the patrons were slurping it up, licking their fingers, wiping their greasy chins. Nothing unusual about the norm.
Jordan: Say, partner, did you hear about this new program they got building up over there in sector GL-88?
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