Although the recently terraformed planet Java Prime was a terrible place to bite the dust—so to speak—the soil was ideally-suited for growing coffee.
The future prosperity of the colony was entirely dependent on securing lucrative export contracts to other coffee-consuming regions of the universe.
The colonists hosted an interplanetary taste-testing party.
Meaghan arrived late. “How’s it going, Lori?”
“Not well at all. We’re out of cream and the head of the Earth delegation refuses to drink her coffee black.”
“Where are the other members of our presentation team?”
“They’re in the kitchen trying to reverse engineer the butter.”
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