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Holding
my
chopsticks
without
moving
a
muscle
,
I
looked
out
the
corner
of
my
eye
.
A
prehistoric
face
looked
down
at
me
from
beneath
a
flattop
haircut
that
leveled
off
about
two
meters
above
sea
level
.
His
features
were
more
dinosaur
than
human
.
Definitely
some
velociraptor
lurking
in
that
family
tree
.
My
spirits
fell
when
I
saw
the
tattoo
on
his
shoulder
:
a
wolf
wearing
a
crown
.
He
was
from
the
4th
,
the
company
holding
a
grudge
against
us
over
that
rugby
game
.
I
went
back
to
lifting
food
to
my
mouth
with
machinelike
regularity
.
He
raised
his
eyebrows
,
two
plump
bushes
that
would
have
been
the
envy
of
the
caterpillar
world
.
"
I
asked
if
you
were
enjoyin
’
yourself
.
"
"
How
could
I
not
enjoy
myself
in
such
fine
company
?
"
"
So
how
come
you
’
re
gulpin
’
down
your
chow
like
it
was
something
you
found
stuck
on
the
end
of
a
toilet
brush
?
"
There
were
only
a
handful
of
soldiers
sitting
at
the
oversized
tables
in
the
cafeteria
.
The
smell
of
something
sweet
wafted
from
the
kitchen
.
Artificial
light
from
the
fluorescents
in
the
ceiling
washed
over
the
fried
shrimp
heaped
onto
our
heavy
-
duty
plates
.
If
you
had
to
categorize
the
food
prepared
in
the
UDF
as
good
or
bad
,
it
was
definitely
good
.
There
were
only
three
things
a
soldier
in
the
UDF
did
,
after
all
:
eat
,
sleep
,
and
fight
.
If
the
food
wasn
’
t
good
you
’
d
have
a
morale
problem
on
your
hands
.
And
according
to
Yonabaru
,
the
food
on
Flower
Line
Base
was
better
than
most
.
The
first
time
I
tasted
it
,
I
thought
it
was
delicious
.
That
was
about
five
subjective
months
ago
now
,
maybe
more
.
About
a
month
into
the
loop
,
I
started
heavily
seasoning
my
food
.
The
intentionally
mismatched
condiments
created
a
taste
just
horrible
enough
to
remind
me
the
food
was
there
.
And
now
,
even
that
had
stopped
working
.
I
don
’
t
care
if
you
’
re
eating
food
prepared
by
a
four
-
star
chef
,
after
eighty
days
of
the
same
thing
,
it
all
tastes
alike
.
Probably
because
it
is
.
By
that
point
,
it
was
hard
for
me
to
think
of
food
as
anything
other
than
a
source
of
energy
.
"
If
the
look
on
my
face
put
you
off
your
lunch
,
I
apologize
.
"
No
use
trying
to
start
a
fight
.
"
Hold
it
.
You
tryin
’
to
say
this
is
my
fault
?
"
