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Hello #Freewriters!
Class is over for today and soon I'll have to start unloading the truck D:
So I'm choosing to do a freewrite in my last moments of non exertion.
Check out 
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Today's prompt is: Fresh Baked Bread.
Operation: Space Bread
"Okay, hear me out."
"Oh God. Not again."
Another day, another crazy brained idea from my best friend. I pick up my pace but he fell in right beside me like normal. This ritual was as old as our friendship itself, but geez did it get old some days.
"Okay, so. Mars. We gotta' get there, right?"
"Not really." Surprise surprise, he ignored me.
"Well it takes about 2 years to get there from Earth, so that means they're going to need a way to preserve a lot of food over a long period of time."
I raise an eyebrow with mild disinterest.
"I suppose. So what?"
His face lit up.
"Space!" He clicked his fingers to punctuate his 'genius' discovery.
"Okay, Bill, you win. What are you talking about?" I turned to face him.
"Imagine it. Food preserved in the vacuum of space wont ever spoil."
I opened my mouth to respond but I was at a loss for words.
"Aha!" He clicked his fingers again.
"No oxygen, no microbes, no decomposition!" He looked into space, clearly sorting through a mental filing cabnet for ideas he's had.
"You could hang meat in a chamber exposed to space for the entire trip, and it would be as fresh as the day you put it in there."
"Imagine fresh baked bread that you cook and then store in space, and when you eat it it'll still be just as good."
Something about that didn't sound right. My features twisted at something I couldn't quite articulate, but I knew it didn't quite add up.
"I don't think that would work." I finally added.
"Why not?" Like that I held Bill's dreams in my hand, once again.
"How would you expose them to space without also exposing them to all the sediment space debris that pollutes space? You'd get space particles all through it, and that's not even mentioning the radiation that it would be exposed to."
The more I thought about it the more ridiculous it seemed.
"What do you think would happen to meat that had been nakedly exposed to solar radiation for years?"
I could tell me was contemplating it now.
"Nothing good, I imagine. You'd probably be glowing bright green or something after it."
He was really thinking about it. I could see dread begin to take over him.
"Bill did you do something with this idea?" By this time he was furiously going through his phone.
"I've been spamming Elon Musk and SpaceX every half an hour to try and get a response. I have a lot of deleting to do."
He finally walked off toward class.
Yep. I hate Mondays.
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