Microfiction (500 characters, more or less)
I was eating a bag of chips on Mars, which makes this a science fiction story.
I had just finished my Diet Coke, so I got up from the couch and wandered across my pod to the dispensary.
“You back again?” droned the fem robot behind the counter.
“Need me more of that fake sugar water to keep me going.”
She gets me the coldest bottle of pop from the case, because I’m a regular. A diet regular.
Just then, a pair of laser cats bursts inside to rob the joint.
I put on a pair of mirrored sunglasses and prepare for battle.