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Okay, so Pressman innards work a little differently than those of non-enhanced humans. For instance, their systems run on both electricity and food sources.
A lot of food. Calorie-dense food.
It’s a perk of the job.
“Librarians,” Reynard said, “have impressive appetites.”
“Pressmen, if you’re a representative example,” I said, indicating his empty, fudge-smeared plate and the two empty sugar dispensers, “eat like eight-year-olds. I’m surprised you aren’t vibrating right now.”
“Ours is a high energy profession,” Reynard said, with calm dignity, emptying the last of his pot of coffee into his cup. The waitress appeared with a fresh pot, and he requested a piece of apple pie a la mode.
“Sugar is the quickest bioenergy source, right?” Charlie asked, through a mouthful of onion ring. “Those implants must take some juice.”
I shared a longer scene including these eight sentences over at Absolute Write a while back and had a nutritionist tell me that she wouldn’t bother to read more this story because I was too ignorant to know that the Pressman couldn’t possibly function eating crap like this.
My explanation was that a) this was one meal; that b) calories are mere energy sources to a cyborg and essential vitamins were taken care of in other ways; and that c) Pressmen would gladly trade their health for a good story in a hot minute.
She remained unimpressed.