
Stealing magic has become a commonplace crime. Teller, a man of infinite delicacy and deceit, decided to do something about it.
(The Atlantic article by Teller mentioned in this piece is here.)

Only one hundred single-serving pouches of instant were allotted for him on Expedition Six, stowed in the galley in a metal drawer with a black net stretched over its mouth to make sure the pouches wouldn’t float away. But for all the care in the universe, it’s been more than two months since the shuttle delivered him and his coffee to the International Space Station, and there aren’t one hundred pouches in that drawer anymore.