Caffeine Fumes

[donutsweeper]

Title: Caffeine Fumes
Pairing/Rating/Warning: none, rated G
Word Count: 100
Summary:  "I have measured out my life with coffee spoons."  ~T.S. Eliot
Author's Note: Written for the "Future" challenge at tw100

Java.  Cup of Joe.  Insomnia in a cup.  Lifeblood.  Black Gold.  Go juice.  Nectar of Life.   Mud.  Elixir of life.  Jet fuel.  Liquid life.  Liquid death.  Coffee.

Jack knew there would be a time, in the far off distant future, when the drink would be so rare it was damned near impossible to get, no matter how willing you might be to sell you soul for one more sip.  And he knew he’d have to suffer through that time, again.  But until then...

“Another cup, Sir?  What is this, your seventh?”

“Thanks, Ianto.  Actually it’s my ninth, but who's counting?”

Comments

[rustydog.livejournal.com]

My dad stockpiled Diet Dr. Thunders (the WalMart brand) once. Hee. He stored them behind my bed so that I had a platform of Dr. Thunder cases to crawl over. Unfortunately, they actually lost their freshness after a couple of years.

[donutsweeper.livejournal.com]

awww, poor dad! Methinks Jack could rig up something with stasis chambers thought, to keep things fresh...

[rustydog.livejournal.com]

Good point, they're keeping bodies indefinitely, surely Torchwood has some technology they could adapt for Really Important Things like legal drugs in danger of extinction.

[donutsweeper.livejournal.com]

and coffee certainly qualifies as a "Really Important Thing" (and certainly deserves the caps you gave it)