MCP1 “What for vlerj are those pants?” I ask.

“Most likely the most normal thing you’ll see all night. Here.” She hands me a miniature spoon filled with tiny, iridescent bits. The spoon held its contents no matter the angle, of course, it was just pretty rare for one to be metal. What isn’t spilling out was even rarer, I imagine. “And this is…” I query? “Your entry fee. A rare drug rumored to have come from space.” She paused. “Have you heard that word before?” Of course I’ve heard ‘space.’ It’s everywhere these days. Now a drug from ‘out’ there? Gotta be a sell-up. Worth a story to debunk, though. And if it’s true…