Kyle staggers home...stops at the local corner Convenee-Mart to pick up something to eat...he grabs a can of soup on the shelves, ignoring the gap-mouthed pimple-faced young clerk gaping at him, slams the payment on the counter, leaves, drags himself back to his flat, stomps in, turns on the kitchen burner, pulls the tab on the soup can, pours the cold soup into the sauce pan, impatiently waits for it to boil, all th4e while absently scrubbing burn soot off his face, then when the soup is steaming, he ladles a mouthful direct...
And feels an all-too-familiar tingle...
"!"
Trembling, he grabs the can, really LOOKS at it for the first time.
"Campbell's Cream of Flower of Life"
"CAUTION: CONTAINS GENUINE FLOWER OF LIFE AND FLOWER OF LIFE BY-PRODUCTS. MAY BE TOXIC TO TERRESTRIAL HUMANS. CONSULT A PHYSICIAN BEFORE CONSUMING." Kyle, as best as he's able, stares at the can, mentally cursing the Tolerance Laws, the General Amnesty, and food corporations trying to suck up to new market segments, fling-tosses the can away, then lurches back out the door.
It's a long walk back to the power substation.....