Marcus - Taste

Sometimes, she would eat with them as Marcus, but the acute senses that made him so intoxicating with Anne made the food unbearable. Experienced through his senses, her meals were no longer a blend, but sorted into a dozen discrete characteristics, each amplified beyond the capacity for a human brain to process. Sometimes, Blue would take a pinch of sugar into Marcus’s mouth, because it was the only thing that translated well.

Perhaps if Marcus’s brain-direct interface wasn’t a hacked-together solution, she’d be able to taste morsels like the others. Maybe she could be in there bitching with them about the quality.

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Alien: The Cold Forge, Chapter 10