Stuffer Shacks are the same wherever you go. The lights are always sickly, artificial off-white, the tiles all have that thin sheen of grease, and all the aisles are stacked the exact same way. First aisle from the door were the anti-pollution aides needed to survive the harsh environs of any sprawl: water purification, personal air filters, and even radiation tests. In the farthest corner, aisle 18, there was all the raw materials you could put into your home’s auto-chef: flour, nutrient enhanced soy, myco-protein bricks, freeze-dried krill meat for those special days, and a wide variety of artificial flavorings. Everything in between held everything in between. Two wall freezers and refrigerators made up the far walls, each filled with orderly stacks of microwavable meals parodying food from all over the world, “handmade” lunches shipped on the overnight, synthetic fruit juices of all flavors, imitation alcohol, and various sweets. Over by the cashier’s post were a variety of cheap consumer electronics, ranging from commlinks to portable simsense rigs. It also had the convenience store favorite of a microwave corner, slushie tanks, synthmeat hotdogs and hamburgers, and various flavors of soykaf.