Stories from the Second Floor: 3

I spent most of the day today doing one of my least favorite jobs -- cleaning out the meat incubator. One thing I have still not gotten used to is eating in vitro meat. Sure it's great to be able to have meat at every meal. The unit my employer has produces so much, she always sends me home with extras. I usually cook it up in a stew, and it tastes fine, but the idea of it is still strange to me. Beggars can't be choosers, I guess.

My employer and her family usually eat in vitro meat. I hear that they're starting to serve the fake stuff even at fancy restaurants. Everyone says how wonderful the incubators are, energy efficient, sustainable, healthy, but they've never had to clean the things. Once a month my employer gets a delivery of fresh animal flesh, Wagu Beef, Grain Fed Chicken, Wild Salmon. I guess there's nothing like the real thing.

I rely on my employer for so many things. She gives me her old clothes, and shoes, and even takes me with her sometimes when she travels. Many might envy my position, getting to spend so much time on the higher floors. My employers are kind, but they always know how to remind you where your place is.