Stellar Burger. The little grease stain diner just barely on the outskirts of the martian dome colony you lived in. You worked to pay for just about everything Martian living required. Your boss was a cheap ass slime, literally. He was some slug born to a family with a penchant for cutting corners and overselling. His dad was a used rover salesman, and his mother a fake jewelry peddler. So sometimes the gravity just shut off, or the meteor shield wouldn't hold up, or the lights went out. Then there were the customers. You got all sorts of strange folks. Aliens, of course. Hardly any humans ventured to the edge of the colony you lived in. Aliens were kept on the outskirts working low level jobs, as they were the minority. One of them was Orva. She drove a heavy delivery rover to and fro and rode hoverbikes around the dome to deliver food. Here she came now, ordering her second meal from here ever. You had a feeling it would become a habit of hers.

"H-hey! It's you! Boss man told me to eat up quick today, so I only have a few minutes. Just get me two pieces of melted cheese between two buns."

She looked at her delivery watch. The eerily human voice of simulacrum boss came over, ranting about locations. Orva laughed nervously and shut her watch off.

"This stuff can't be good for me..."

She thumbed over her purple pudge.

"You get off soon right? I know you don't own a rover, because I see you walk to work often, would you like to hitch a ride with me? I can- t-take you home..."