On a world with no weather and no soil worth the name, supper is a bookkeeping of light: the ridge hands the sun down rank by rank, and every tower burns its share green.
An artistic imagining, not existing hardware: a grow tower field on the Moon near the terminator, where heliostat masts on the ridge hand sunlight down into hundreds of glass silos and every tower burns its share green, spending the beamed photons on stacked decks of crop. LED grow lights already grow food in orbit aboard the International Space Station, but a lunar farm of this scale is speculation; the one tower standing open with its two faceless harvesters is the day's reminder that even out here, supper is light kept in careful accounts.Image: poweringspace.com. Artistic imagining.