Nourishing a Future

Zetian sat at the dining table, picking at her food while her mother's voice filled the room. The aroma of their dinner drifted through the air, but her mind was preoccupied with thoughts of her newfound mission.

In the interstellar era, the scarcity of food and the struggle to sustain a thriving ecosystem were ever-present challenges for humanity. As Zetian sat at the dining table with her mother, the topic of food scarcity couldn't be avoided. The holographic screen displayed news reports showcasing the varying prices of nutrient solutions and the desperate attempts of the common people to secure even the most basic sustenance.

"Mother, have you seen the reports on the scarcity of food in the outer regions and other planets?" Zetian asked, concern lacing her voice. "It's disheartening to witness the struggles faced by those who can't afford the nutrient solutions."

Her mother sighed, her expression reflecting a mix of empathy and resignation. "I'm aware, my dear. Inequality in our society is an unfortunate reality. The elite has access to a wide array of dishes made from carefully researched edible plant products, while the common people are left with only nutrient solutions. It's a stark contrast."

Zetian's heart sank as she thought about the disparity that plagued their world. It was a constant reminder of the importance of her mission, which aimed to find sustainable solutions for food production and alleviate the suffering of those affected by scarcity.

As the conversation shifted to the state of food, Zetian couldn't help but reminisce about the taste of cooked food in the 23rd century. Compared to the bland and monotonous nutrient solutions of the interstellar era, the delicacies of the 23rd century were a far cry from what she experienced now. The advancements in agricultural technology had led to flavors that surpassed anything her taste buds had ever encountered.

"I remember reading about the exquisite flavors and aromas of the cooked food in the 23rd century," Zetian mused a hint of nostalgia in her voice. "They say the taste was far superior to anything we have now. It's hard to imagine a time when every meal was a feast for the senses."

"23rd century? What is that?"

"I meant the Blue Star mom when it existed once."

Her mother's eyes sparkled with memories. "The Blue Star was a beautiful history Zetian."

"Oh, Mom, you have no idea. The taste of food in the 23rd century was something to behold. The fusion of flavors, the perfect balance of spices, and the artistry of presentation—it was truly a culinary paradise. People would travel great distances just to experience the gastronomic wonders of that era. How I wish it still existed today and not only written in the descriptions of famous historical articles."

Zetian's mouth watered at the thought, and she couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to indulge in the taste sensations of the past. However, the reality of their current situation pulled her back to the present. She looked down at her plate, filled with the unpalatable and textureless "capital city famous" balanced meal that was meant to sustain her.

With determination in her eyes, Zetian took a deep breath and began to eat. It was a constant struggle to ignore the blandness and lack of variety. She focused on the mission, reminding herself that every spoonful of the tasteless food brought her closer to finding a solution—a solution that would transform the food industry and provide sustenance to all, regardless of their status.

Zetian's mother watched her with a mixture of pride and concern. She understood the sacrifice her daughter was making, willingly subjecting herself to unappetizing meals in the pursuit of a greater cause. She knew that Zetian's passion burned brightly, propelling her forward even in the face of adversity.

As Zetian continued to eat, her mind raced with ideas and possibilities. She envisioned a future where food would no longer be scarce, where flavors would once again dance on people's tongues, and where everyone would have access to nourishment that not only sustained their bodies but also brought joy to their lives.

At that moment, Zetian made a silent vow to herself. She would not rest until her mission was accomplished until the taste of cooked food regained its former glory, and until the inequalities of the interstellar era were eradicated. She would pave the way for a future where no one would go hungry and where the pleasures of the palate would be enjoyed by all.

Every second felt precious to her, and the idea of taking a month for rest and recovery made her hesitate. She knew that time was of the essence, and gathering resources from other planets while secretly organizing her research goals was a challenge she couldn't overlook.

As her mother spoke animatedly about attending a conference meeting on another planet, Zetian struggled to fully engage in the conversation. The prospect of joining her mother on this journey was tempting, but she couldn't shake off the weight of her responsibilities. She wondered if she could find a balance between her personal desires and the greater mission she had embarked upon.

"Your second brother will accompany us," her mother continued, her voice filled with excitement. "Your father has also arranged for some people from the elite army to follow us occasionally, and we'll even visit your aunt in the royal palace."

Zetian forced a smile, trying to show enthusiasm for her mother's plans. Deep down, she knew that her mind was occupied with other thoughts. She glanced at her mother, the woman who had always been her biggest supporter and felt a pang of guilt. She knew her mother longed for their quality time together, and this trip seemed like the perfect opportunity for them to reconnect.

"Of course, I will buy lots of dresses and jewels for you," her mother exclaimed, her eyes shining with anticipation. "Planet X82.135 is known for its trending fashion visions! Ah, what a wonderful feeling it is to dress my daughter and let her shine in the crowd. I haven't enjoyed that since you and your sisters started secondary school!"

Zetian nodded, trying to convey her gratitude. "Don't worry, Mom. I'll accompany you wherever you want to go these coming days."