Katie idly scrolls through her phone as she sits at the bus stop. Hunger gnaws at her stomach. She internally debates whether to shell out for takeout or save money and heat up something from the freezer. Her bones feel like they're made of lead. She wants to lay down, but knows the bus will just arrive as soon as she does.
Cackle. "Go look around the convention, red velvet, it won't last forever."
There is a demonstration of a tubular animal that can turn inside out! It's fuzzy and harmless on one side, and spiky and venomous on the other. It can invert itself and is being marketed as a guard animal that will lull burglars into a false sense of security. It doesn't seem to have occurred to anyone that meeting a six-legged fur-bearing sea cucumber in a domicile might itself be kind of alerting even before it flips around.
Katie decides to let someone else inform them of that particular design flaw.
There's living athletic mats; they can adjust their tension and density to account for falls from aerial silks while still being stiff enough for floor work. They currently judge when to do this with eyeballs in the crevices between each mat section, but the creator says that by next year they should be making do with unobtrusive light-sensitive patches. Would she like to touch one and observe its textural range?
She's disgusted, yet intrigued. Fuck it. Not like she's gonna get another chance.
"They're ideal for sparring or juggling with live blades, practicing stunt work in high heels, or other potentially piercing activity, because if punctured, they will self-heal!" chirps the mad scientist, a tiny woman with some extra eyeballs of her own. "Unless you get them in one of the eyeballs, but that's why the current model has them redundantly and future editions will omit that organ."
Sparring, huh? Katie begins fantasizing wistfully about a romantic rapier duel or wrestling match between her and Mo.
Sad! Hopefully they're able to get the issues worked out. Katie appreciates the whimsy.
Pork/chicken hybrid doesn't sound like Katie's thing. She'll be back in a few years when it can do beef. She fantasizes about her appetite having grown to the point where she can single-handedly clear out the entire supply.
What's rayon? Is this an "updog" type deal? Katie's too smart to fall for that.