You are what you buy, that’s what Thomas says. I tuck into my burger though it tastes like meat-flavoured polystyrene. Thom shows off his latest device.
Rachel slurps her shake, commanding silence for an aphorism. “If nobody sees you consume it, does it really exist?” she asks. Rach is deep that way.
Contemplatively, I chew a french fry, all carbohydrate and sodium chloride. I am becoming the Happy Meal. My friends watch the transmutation occurring,
In another mall, adjacent to my universe, more burgers are coming to life.