Creyte

Creyte is pretty gruesome stuff. Pressure-treated down from any and all available nutritional sources by the Bio-Corps, it has no discernible flavour apart from a faint, mucusy aftertaste, and it looks like grey-white putty. In fact, years before a ganger had once kneaded some of it into a form that authentically resembled a brick of plastic explosive, complete with fuses, and then carried out a practical joke on a corporation that was notable for both the magnificent extent of the disruption it caused, and the stunning severity of the subsequent punishment.
Creyte, as it’s known to every common slum citizen, comes canned and it comes freeze-dried, it comes in packets and it comes in boxes, it comes in individual heated tins and it comes in catering blocks. Company cooks slice, dice and mince it, and use it as the bulk base of any meal when local provision sources are unavailable. They flavour it with whatever they have to hand, usually foil sachets of powder with names like vegetable (root) and sausage (assorted).
Category:Nutrition