Love Migrants
6am in the compound, day 3 of the Food School microdoctorate and Cou-Cou
wakes to a pallet wet from the sweat of another night in the 30s. “Are you
ready to start up again?” whispers Bearsden. Three days in, they are close
to breaking through on the AltProtein™ sponsored topic: whether sonic-seasoning
is a feasible strategy for countering public resistance to cockroach-derived
proteins.
Two coffees outside the crannog as the sun rises over the loch. Cou-Cou’s
yaybahar has a broken string. “It’s my last spare, Bearsden”, they whisper.
“We’ll find you another.” “But they are only making them in Istanbul now
– it’s a month’s walk, and the heat.” “We go via Vienna? And the Alpine
Acoustics festival on the way. They’ll have cool-suits for lease if we manage to
get that far. You earned the points for one months ago.”
Bearsden enters the techhut and fires up the Food School’s micro-frame and
the OpenProtein shared notebook. They have three brilliant graduates about
to wake up and begin another day of mining the sonic studies database for the
food psychology patterns that Cou-Cou and their intern can shape into sound.
Two more days at the Food School and they will need to leave anyway. Access to
the Northern Learning Hub is on strict rotation and it’s time to make room for
new scholars on the waiting list for heat relief.
Ready to move on again.
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