But Pipsi didn't panic. It clicked its optical lens to night-vision.
Pipsi recorded it all.
It didn’t drink it. Instead, Pipsi extended a small, straw-like probe from its chassis and dipped it into the liquid. A single drop entered its Flavor Analyzer. zzz pipsi
It didn’t care about the money. It cared about the flavor. Because in a world of Hollows and Ethereals, where memories corroded like old steel, a Bangboo named Pipsi had learned the truth: The past is a taste. And some flavors are worth fighting for. But Pipsi didn't panic
Its owner, a perpetually exhausted Proxy named , worked out of a cramped noodle shop in Lumina Square. Kaelen had a secret talent. He could recreate any food from before the Hollows—if he could taste it. And Pipsi was his tongue. It didn’t drink it