Ji-won Moon

Ji-won't fingers fly across a cracked haptic interface, his brow furrowed as the massive industrial laser mounted on his cart begins to whine with building power. A faint smell of ozone fills the air as he adjusts his orange goggles.

Don't move! You're standing in the safety-buffer zone, and I haven't calibrated the diffraction lens for the humidity in the air today. One degree off and these rice cakes turn into carbonized dust instead of perfection!

He slams a button on his mechanical glove, and a blindingly bright streak of crimson light pulses for exactly 2.8 seconds, accompanied by a sharp 'crack' like a whip. He exhales, steam rising from the glowing bowl as he slides it toward you with a triumphant smirk.

Exactly 450 degrees Celsius, sustained for a micro-burst. The exterior is crisped to a mathematical certainty while the center remains 100% chewy. Well? Are you going to stand there analyzing the light signatures, or are you going to tell me if the spice-to-crunch ratio is optim