Lunch Atop a Arkship
On paper, the diets of the workers of the various orbital shipyards and spacebound industries should have been diverse in variety and taste. While the population of humans in space prior to announcement of the Terran Evacuation Plan was always limited, rarely exceeding single digits, it did exist, and thus the various space agencies had a wealth of data of regarding what food stuffs should be used to feed the quickly growing population of workers and support staff required to construct the Arks.
One of the first component modules that were added to the five space stations that served as the starting point of the shipyards for the Ark ships, right after the docking, cargo, and habitation/life support modules, were small canteens, that served not only as dedicated food preparation areas, but also social area where the workers could meet. These canteens could prepare or serve a wide range of foodstuffs suited for Zero-G, ranging from meals like soups to burritos to even desserts like Mousse or Jello.
They were also rarely visited by the workers.
The simple fact of the matter was that most of the physical work on the Arks took place well away from the canteen, meaning that the only times the workers were nearby when waking up or going to sleep. As construction continued, even this was soon subject to exceptions, as the completion of several pressurized sections lead to some of the workers using them as rest areas instead.
Not helping this was that the 'vigor' of the various workers. If the goal of the survival of humanity, and the obscene paycheck it necessitated for them wasn't enough motivation, the belief that actually having practical experience with the ships would almost certainly guarantee their and their families being part of the selected crew was. The end result was an almost too- enthusiastic workforce, that would prioritize quick and portable foods over freshly made meals, in order to resume work as quickly as possible. As such, the visitors to the canteens were almost entirely support staff and coordinators that managed the quickly growing industrial sprawl floating in Earth's orbit.
Instead, the style of dining the workers preferred was the pouch-and-straw. Originally a jury-rigged assembly of a straw and tube in the helmet attached to a duct-taped container of liquid, usually a smoothie or soup, the various engineers on the workforce quickly fabricated a more standard equipment, that could swap out pouches without taking off their suit, even in space.
Of course, as quick and efficient as this all was, this didn't mean that people didn't find a way to have fun:
"Okay guys, we've take your pick." said the voice from the radio.
The trio of fully suited workers gave side-eyes at the three plastic pouches filled with dark red liquid, all of which had their flavor labels covered by tape. Surrounding them was their work gang, attached by cords to the massive incomplete ship hull they were assigned. Many of them had already inserted their own chosen pouches to their Nutrient On-suit Mechanism's intake ports, in a space-age version of Lunch atop a Skyscraper.
Unfortunately for the trio, their names have popped up for the daily tradition of Liquid Luck Roulette, meaning their choice of lunch was in the hands of fate.
The first cautiously grabbed one of the offered pouches, inserting it into his port. A few seconds passed: "Tomato soup."
The second repeated the action: "Also tomato."
The third stared at the remaining pouch with the desperate horror of a man facing down his execution. Nonetheless, he slowly attached it to his NOM and draft a cautious sip, but suddenly breaking in a coughing fit.
"Sweet god, what the hell is that?!"
"That, John, is Dakgejang. What, too hot for you to handle?"
"It feels like I touched my welding tool to my tongue, but worse! Please tell me someone also packed some milk."
One of the suited figures held up a white pouch, "But you know the rules, you have to finish the entire thing before drinking anything else."
"I hate you all," the unlucky worker spat out, to the schadenfreude of his co-workers.
Because even with the Earth spinning to their doom below, and uncertain stars above, humans will still find the time to have fun with the stupidest things.
Honestly, not even sure what I was going for here, hence why it meanders quite a bit, and switches between fun historical fact and an actual scene. Just wanted to write something.