I Tried Comparing 100 Aliens
As an interstellar private trader, I often travel to distant planets. This particular business trip involved long travel and long meetings, and I was exhausted.
"Well, time to finish up and head back to Earth."
I steered my spaceship toward Earth. Then, my stomach let out a loud growl. That meant...
"I'm hungry."
I felt as if my spaceship had been cast out somewhere far away.
"Let's find a place to eat."
I'm quite far from Earth, but I wonder if there are any restaurants around? Maybe a cafeteria on some planet or artificial satellite?
While traveling, I looked around for a shop. Then, I spotted an artificial satellite with a red lantern hanging outside.
"I'll just go in here for now."
The inside was a bit crowded, and various languages were flying about. Of course, there were alien languages, Chinese, English, and many others.
"Welcome, please take any seat you like."
Oh, they speak Japanese. Thinking that, I looked at the menu. What is this? "100 Alien Tasting Platter?" I don't really get it, but I'll order it.
"Excuse me."
"Yes?"
"A barley juice and what exactly is the 100 Alien Tasting Platter?"
"It's exactly as it sounds. You can taste 100 different aliens."
"In that case, I'll have that."
The server took my order and headed to the kitchen. I wonder if the other customers are eating the same thing? They seem to be breaking down aliens into small pieces, putting them on skewers, and making them like yakitori.
After a while, the server returned with the food.
"Here is your barley juice and the 100 Alien Tasting Platter."
In front of me was a platter of what you'd call yakitori. Why is this a 100 alien tasting platter? I saw the owner grilling skewers in the back, so I asked him my question.
"From a bird's perspective, aren't we like aliens? Besides, the definitions of 'people' and 'birds' were just decided by humans on their own, right? So, I just tweaked a yakitori platter a little bit."
I thought, 'That makes sense,' and while drinking my barley juice, I stuffed my face with what humans call yakitori. The delicious smell of grilled skewers in the shop made my appetite grow. The yakitori I ate in space was exceptional.
I participated in the project by the first generation Tenno-kun.