With crispy bread fragrant with wheat in his left hand, washing it down with a rich, milky soup, then using his right hand to fork up a slice of potato omelet and stuff it into his mouth, Carl swore that this was the most satisfying meal he had eaten since arriving in 2075.
Food made with real ingredients really did taste different.
After spending ten minutes finishing the two potato omelets and cream of mushroom soup with bread he had ordered, Carl had the owner pack three more cream of mushroom soups and six potato omelets. Having tasted them, Carl was certain of how delicious the two dishes were. He had to bring some back for Jack and the others to try.
1,160 eurodollars—that was the price of Carl's lunch and takeout. Since he had bought so much at once, the cost of the containers was waived.
After paying, Carl picked up the tightly packed food with one hand. The server had wrapped it securely enough that nothing would spill.
In Night City, necessary vigilance was still essential. At least one hand had to remain free at all times.
Carl carried the food to the entrance, just as someone came in from outside.
It was a male Corpo Dog in an Arasaka uniform.
Their eyes met. Carl did not know this guy, but after a moment of stunned silence, the man recognized Carl.
Then Carl clearly saw an intensely emotional fear in his cybereyes.
Ah, so these days you could read emotions right out of cybereyes?
"You go ahead first."
Whenever a dog was walking toward him, Carl always chose to give it the right of way. The reason was simple: what person would bother arguing over who went first with a dog?
"Yes, thank you!"
The Arasaka Corpo Dog,