 Where do Eric and Nada's meals come from?
Experimenter Publications Inc. It is especially important because it stylistically forecast a later trend to accept the background for granted, regardless of the quantity of wonders, and proceed with the story. "My days were filled," he remembers, "with monotonous rounds of what seemed an endless, heart-breaking war with drought and frost and dust-storms, poison-weeds and hail, for the sake of survival on the Llano Estacado." He smiled fondly across to the other of the twin beds, where Nada, his pretty bride, lay quiet beneath light silk covers. But small concern was that to the lightly clad man at the window, who was inhaling deeply the fragrant air from the plants below—air kept, winter and summer, exactly at 20° C. With another yawn, Mr. Eric Stokes-Harding turned back to the room, which was bright with the rich golden light that poured in from the suspended globes of the cold ato-light that illuminated the snow-covered city. There was a whole shelf of his books on the wall, in bright jackets, red and blue and green, that brought a thrill of pleasure to the young novelist's heart when he looked up from his clattering machine. And then they went hand in hand, to the side of the room and punched a series of buttons on a panel—a simple way of ordering breakfast sent up the automatic shaft from the kitchens below. Nada Stokes-Harding was also an author. Even though the whole world had grown up into a city, the birds were extinct, there were no wild flowers, and no one had time to bother about sunsets. If we could only have lived a thousand years ago, when life was simple and natural, when men hunted and killed their meat, instead of drinking synthetic stuff, when men still had the joys of conflict, instead of living under glass, like hot-house flowers." Pleasure resorts, sanatoriums, cities, factories." It has a thick, cloudy atmosphere, and low, rainy forests. It would be so thrilling to begin life like the characters in your stories, to get away from this hateful civilization, and live natural lives. He skipped across the floor, seized Nada, kissed her ecstatically.
 Their meals are ordered on a device that sends messages to the apartment building kitchens.
 Their meals are synthesized using light rays to reproduce a picture of food onto a plate.  Their meals are delivered by a dumbwaiter.  They have a food replicator in their apartment.  Their meals are ordered on a device that sends messages to the apartment building kitchens.