Making the Most of a Rat

This evening, Mack was fortunate enough to be chewing on a deep fried vermin, likely a rat, maybe not. Standing alone they leaned against a concrete pillar in the food court enjoying the earthy spices that flavored the meat. Around them Galleria Valley bustled with activity from the penthouses to the markets. Mack had earned the fried treat and relished eating something that wasn’t grown in a vat. It wasn’t easy for an unlicensed kid to reliably earn credits, but Mack thought they’d finally cracked the code…