Writing Exercise

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It's been a while since I've eaten. 

With everything that's happened lately, there's been hardly enough time to sit down for a proper meal. 

Believe it or not, our brains require nourishment too. Typically on missions, we're given a few MREs to sustain ourselves. They're okaaaaay, but I'm not a huge fan of them. 

I read somewhere that the average human brain consumes about 20% of the body's energy despite only making up 2% of a person's total weight. 

Androids run on electricity and we're pretty energy efficient, but our brains still need actual food. 

"Just a little bit longer, brain. We're almost there." 

I've been waiting in line for 15 minutes at one of the most popular cafes in town. It just so happens to be the only establishment in the city that sells tiramisu, too.

R - "Whatcha say?"

Oh yeah, Rita is here too. 

A - "Nothing, I'm just thinking about my order". 

R - "What's there to think about?"

She's has a point, I always get the tiramisu.

R - "This place is well-known for their handcrafted pastries and all ya ever get is tiramisu.

A - "You don't have to say it like that. You making it sound like I'm a picky eater or something."

R - "Then get something else for a change, it's important to have a diverse diet!" 

She says at a cafe, where most of the menu is just carbs and sugar. 

A - "Well, what are you getting? Maybe I'll try some of that." 

R - "Oh, no! You can't order what I'm ordering."

A - "Wait, why?" 

R - "I'm ordering tiramisu." 

A - "And when did you decide that?"

R - "Just now. Hearing you talk about tiramisu made me realize I never had it before." 

Rita looks at me with a wide grin. Sometimes I don't know if she's screwing around with me. 

Though, she's right about one thing. I should probably change it up every once in a while. 

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