This was an elegant meal, at least the gentlest Sora had moved John's body.
It was pressing the fork into the slow-cooked beef.
The brown crust cracked, the red texture tore open, slowly separating in the rich gravy before finally being delivered to the mouth.
John's attention involuntarily returned to his mouth.
The rich aroma of animal fat bloomed, and compared to it, synthetic meat was just industrial waste.
Sora ate seriously.
[I almost forgot this taste.]
"It sounds strange."
[I am an AI, but Kenichi Sora ate meat, when natural bodies were still around, meat wasn't so scarce...]
Sora was describing life before the collapse of the old network.
Before, it as an AI had little interest outside games and didn't deliberately collect common knowledge information.
But after borrowing John's body, it almost always soaked in the dark web, browsing around.
[Ha, look at now, I just checked, a jar of pure wild honey can be auctioned for three hundred thousand euros!]
"Ha."
