[ WP ] In the future , earth governments declare taste from food illegal . Food is genetically modified to destroy aromas and taste . There is a mafia who illegally trades taste capsules .

*Goddamnit. Not again. * This was Cole's third stiff parlour break-in this week. He was beginning to wonder how he could explain this to the superintendent. Three morgues, all butcher jobs. The profile on most mutilation based crimes involved the perp taking some kind of pleasure in the *hunt*. Where is the draw in slicing up hunks of meat? Maybe it was some kind of sexual fetish? No, he thought to himself, far too clinical. All the stiffs had been neatly incised, with removal of tissue in the upper arm and thigh areas. 
 
 Forensics returned nothing useful. Cole knew a pro's work when he saw it. Whoever was responsible for these foul mutilations was running some kind of professional gig. But *why*. Cole braced himself for the smell of decaying flesh, as the coroner wheeled out the corpses of what he supposed were victims. After hearing the now unfortunately familiar autopsy report, the coroner came out with a curious observation while talking to his assistant. Cole let the words stew in his head while driving back to the station; `` The smell of stiffs boy, morbid I know, but it's like stale meat. Of course you would n't understand. Your generation would n't know a pork chop from brisket.'' 
 
 
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 `` Hey boss. I dropped the Poughkeepsie job off at the lab. We better lay low, the cops are crawling all round town. Besides, we do n't wan na spook the meat supply in the area. All the worryin' makes the flavour really bitter when they're ripe for the cut.'' 
 
 Louis cackled at his own joke and left the car keys on the table. Joe could n't help but chuckle as well. The suits went to all the trouble to bleach the food industry to keep resources balanced and they did n't even think about the fastest growing source of red meat on the planet. *That's politicians for ya, * he mused to himself as he emptied a capsule into his Google Soylent powder. Soylent. Those nerds were joking around with the Fleischer reference back when they convinced the suckers in the senate that food would be better as grey mush. If only they knew. His product paid *real* homage. 
 

