Rhapsid flower: My dream from last night, in a Helsinki bed, just before waking up at what my body thinks is 5am:
There's a fashion in the world for devoting huge effort to the construction of enormous pyramids, on the scale of the Great Pyramids in Egypt, only bigger.
There's a parallel fashion of building tiny, hyper precise replicas of the Earth, which is only possible when we can scan the entire planet in real time, and shrink the model to print it out at extremely high resolution on desktop 3d printers.
We eat the replicas.
It turns out that the way flavour happens is actually by microstimulation of the tongue by physical shape, not chemical signals at all. The pyramids are changing the shape of the Earth and that's why we build them. They make a replica taste so good that we call it the "rhapsid flower".