Alice did her best not to appear a tourist, but she hadn’t seen anything like the market in years. Her diet as a runner consisted of little more than vat-grown rice and reprinted meat, which was a tasteless red paste. Food in the Marines was equally limited, but it at least had textures and flavors of its own. As a cop, she’d had to rely on her meager NYPD salary to survive. After rent and alcohol there wasn’t much left for luxury items such as real food, so she lived off the same cheap sludge as when she was a kid.