[Listen--when you live on Mars, you get used to not having...you know, what people on Earth would consider to be real meat. It's not particularly sustainable to raise livestock on a commercial level on a planet that has no access to natural water or vegetation, nor is it seen as particularly ethical. Hell, since the beginning of space colonization, humans relied on insects for their protein intake--thus, the rise of Martian staples such as cricket pad thai. After a few centuries of work, cloned meat had also reached the point where its structure and taste was practically indistinguishable from meat sourced from a living, breathing animal. So unless you were a rich CEO who wanted to flex on someone for having spent millions of creds importing a literal live cow from Earth, there was no reason for anyone on Mars to eat "real" beef.
So the idea of having a hamburger patty come from a real cow that lived and actually ate corn and was pumped full of antibiotics is mind-boggling to him. Juno is in the middle of pulling apart a hamburger and poking the meat when he hears Tonegawa speak. He glances up, almost expecting the guy to be staring him down and cracking his knuckles--half of the people he meets tend to either want to punch his lights out or...yeah, mostly just punch his lights out.
Juno stares at Tonegawa for a few moments, as if verifying that, yes, this large and imposing man did threaten a small, nugget-shaped toy. His cybernetic eye whirs quietly as he watches.]
Maybe it can't hear you because it doesn't have ears. [A beat.] Because it's a toy.
hungry? on a friday night? god, you're pathetic
So the idea of having a hamburger patty come from a real cow that lived and actually ate corn and was pumped full of antibiotics is mind-boggling to him. Juno is in the middle of pulling apart a hamburger and poking the meat when he hears Tonegawa speak. He glances up, almost expecting the guy to be staring him down and cracking his knuckles--half of the people he meets tend to either want to punch his lights out or...yeah, mostly just punch his lights out.
Juno stares at Tonegawa for a few moments, as if verifying that, yes, this large and imposing man did threaten a small, nugget-shaped toy. His cybernetic eye whirs quietly as he watches.]
Maybe it can't hear you because it doesn't have ears. [A beat.] Because it's a toy.