I never liked the smell of bacon. There was a salvage op I pulled, in a system you probably wouldn’t even recognise - back when some faction or other was camping out past the ecliptic and dosing incoming ships with full-spectrum radiations. Something about panspermia rights and plantary access. These poor things would burn up from the inside out - still sealed, still heading down, in-system.
The first one we tore open: it was a charnel house - a full on fucking barbeque. Crew swore they could smell it through their suits.
And I remember that smell, sniffing it down, and thinking…
Bacon.
