Outside the green streets and waterways flash by as the prt car moves through the northern California towns. I am lucky to be moving so well when there is so much net load today that insome places service has been interrupted in waves causing slowdowns and basically a form of traffic. I can tell the new is slow because I have been attempting to load a new program I just acquired on my trip to my dynamo fabber at home, hoping to have it loaded in in time for my afternoon meal.
The fabber is useful for things like bacon, for chanka wedges and for mino stew sometimes. The features of these textured protein items are their ability to absorb sauces, and their pleasing firm tooth texture. The bacon program excites me because its the first time I will have made a vat grown that didnt have any animal in it. A few years ago I owned a vat unit that I really didnt like that much so I sold it to a local. I still buy sausages from them sometimes I think that makes the best use of the tech.
Of course at home the bacon will have to be printed out if I can just get it loaded up into the system in time. It seems like I have spent a lifetime already riding in these prt pods and poking at smartphones making things happen in distant servers and personal storage spaces. Certainly I remember before when everyone was forced to drive and maintain their own vehicles all the time. From a appliance monitor I can see that the bread machine is already starting to cool off. By the time I get home I hope I will be able to combine the freshly baked bread with a luscious tomato from the garden, a perfectly ripe avocado that I have in my things brought from the city and with any luck ...bacon!
I manage to finish the process of instigating the fabbing cycle just as the pod rises over the hill before Garberville, I can see my old farm project thriving in the river flats below, planted and tended by young farmers learning how to dry farm. I used to always get tomatoes from them even after I left the project, now I almost always have some good ones at home.
Before I exit the PRT car I send in my reservation to use it again in the morning. Its a short walk up the hill to my cabin from the road station. careful of the avocado I can hear the dog just as I climb the porch. Inside the smell of freshly baked bread is heavy on the air as I put away my packages and greet the dogs. Its exciting for me to have some fabbed bacon for my sandwich because I dont really eat meat anymore just these sorts of fabbed items. They are very clean and healthy and the proteins are easily digested. I will still probably fry it in a pan.