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This poem is the freebie for the January 2013 Crowdfunding Creative Jam. It was inspired by a prompt from [personal profile] chordatesrock. It also fills the "food porn" square on my card for the [community profile] trope_bingo fest.

The following poem belongs to An Army of One: The Autistic Secession in Space. A group of autistic people and a few of their neurotypical allies have broken away from the two armies of the Orion-Cygnus Arm and the Carina-Sagittarius Arm to claim the Lacuna between the galactic arms as their sovereign space. Now they struggle for survival and cohesion, trying to figure out how to supply and organize a society of their own.

Format: Poetry
Title: "A Taste of Things to Come"
Fandom: Original (An Army of One: The Autistic Secession in Space)
Trope: food porn
Summary: When you don't have much to eat, and what you do have is pretty dull, fantasies about food become a lot more compelling.
Required Warnings: No standard warnings apply. There are vague categorical examples of some sexual/sensual activities.


"A Taste of Things to Come"


The Lord of Pr0n had at least a sample
of just about every sexual or sensual activity
that people enjoyed doing. There were
men with women, men with men,
women with women, and individuals with objects.
There were also backrubs and ropes
and people pretending to be pets.

After the secession, demand rose sharply
for those items focused on food.
The army supply lines no longer provided,
so even the basics of mealpacks and protein bars
were increasingly hard to come by.

Even Estelle, whose passion and profession
both lay in the mysteries of astronomy,
and her best friend Babs, a neurotypical
but competent and geeky maintenance tech,
were distressed by those changes.
They liked the simplicity of military food
compared to the unending social fuss
over women's diets in civilian space,
but they still needed to eat.

Out came the pictures of people eating cake
and ice cream off of each other's bodies,
as the Lord of Pr0n did what he could
to distract everyone from their rumbling bellies.

Yet he soon discovered that what
they really craved were fresh fruits and vegetables.
So being a superb expert and a sensible businessman,
he began sharing out the shows
of women deep-throating bananas,
men peeling mangoes with their teeth,
and sweet corn eating contests.

Sam Bordelon joined the fun
with images from his virtual gardens --
long rows of leafy green lettuce,
tomatoes red as rubies, golden ears of corn,
fat watermelons so dark they were almost black
spackled with yellow moons and stars.

Even with the war more-or-less back on
as the Orion and Carinan armies
shot at each other and the secessionists,
and the secessionists hacked the military software
into incoherent clusters of ones and zeroes,
it was the need for food and other essential supplies
that drew people's attention.

They had some stock left over from the military,
but it was awkwardly distributed,
with most of it in the two big supply bases
instead of spread out where it was needed --
and once that stock was gone,
there would be no more from either army.

They had some supply lines,
thin and elusive as spidersilk,
from Short John and other smugglers --
but those people were more experienced
in smuggling weapons, drugs, and other contraband
than in fruits or vegetables or even protein bars.

So the secessionists sat there
in their scattered surveillance bases
and thought about how to solve the supply problem

while they watched vids
of little kids eating strawberries
with the pink juice running down their faces,
or couples sharing strands of spaghetti until
they drew each other into a saucy, tomato-flavored kiss,
or young men bobbing for apples in luxurious tubs of water
and flinging back their wet hair as they bit into the yellow globes.

There was, too,
a vid of someone's hands
chopping a huge white onion
so crisp that it crunched under the blade

and made everyone cry.

(no subject)

Date: 2013-01-20 03:16 am (UTC)
raze: A man and a rooster. (Default)
From: [personal profile] raze
*.* The last lines - perfect ending. I love it.

(no subject)

Date: 2013-02-24 07:23 pm (UTC)
technoshaman: Tux (Default)
From: [personal profile] technoshaman
She's very good at endings. <3 <3

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Date: 2013-01-20 12:42 pm (UTC)
cadenzamuse: Cross-legged girl literally drawing the world around her into being (Default)
From: [personal profile] cadenzamuse
Wow, the tension and desperation in this one is overwhelming.

(no subject)

Date: 2013-01-22 04:59 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] brushwolf
It winds up striking me as a little Ray Bradbury like, somehow.

Re: Ooo...

Date: 2013-01-23 04:39 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] brushwolf
I think I was thinking about the "Ersatz" story where the war's taken everything and this soldier goes to an aid station and everything's ersatz (and he can't take it) but it still appears almost like some Norman Rockwellesque Christmas.

(no subject)

Date: 2013-01-20 03:44 pm (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] siliconshaman.livejournal.com
Hee.. bootleg copies of cooking shows anyone?

Supply and demand... they have power, water and air. What they need are seeds and time! Hydroponic or aeroponic gardens would both work, and I'm sure they have the space on their stations. All they'd need is someone who's hobby is gardening...

But it's a trueism, that given power [for growlights and warmth], water and air.. plants can be made to grow anywhere with a bit of ingenuity.
Edited Date: 2013-01-20 03:47 pm (UTC)

Yes...

Date: 2013-01-20 06:51 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ysabetwordsmith.livejournal.com
>>Hee.. bootleg copies of cooking shows anyone? <<

Among other things. It's not like they can get legitimate reception where they're at.

>>Supply and demand... they have power, water and air. What they need are seeds and time! Hydroponic or aeroponic gardens would both work, and I'm sure they have the space on their stations. All they'd need is someone who's hobby is gardening... <<

You just described the plot of the next two poems in this thread. "Experts Talk Logistics" (206 lines, $103) is the discussion of how to make that happen. I've got ideas sketched out for the poem about how it actually comes together.

>>But it's a trueism, that given power [for growlights and warmth], water and air.. plants can be made to grow anywhere with a bit of ingenuity.<<

Life finds a way.

Anomolus

Date: 2015-08-30 08:34 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] anniequill
They should start space ship farming.... thats it im writing a fanfic!

Re: Anomolus

Date: 2015-08-30 08:53 pm (UTC)
anniequill: (Default)
From: [personal profile] anniequill
I like Sam, I like him alot

Re: Anomolus

Date: 2015-08-30 09:11 pm (UTC)
anniequill: (Default)
From: [personal profile] anniequill
I'm the only one who can keep plants alive in my family

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