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GE0-82: The Celestial Revival of a Forgotten Distillery
Hidden within the sleek futurism of EPCOT, where innovation dances with nostalgia, lies a glowing new gem:
GE0-82, an upscale adult lounge shimmering with starlit ambiance and cosmic allure. Guests who step inside are enveloped in the heady scent of aged spirits, strange spices, and whispered histories—an intoxicating blend of past and possibility.
But GE0-82 isn’t just a lounge. It’s a resurrection.
Many decades ago, on this very plot of land, there stood a humble yet beloved family distillery run by
Johnny Ep and his enigmatic partner,
Marge Cot. Johnny was a dreamer—his whiskey aged not only in barrels but beneath copper pyramids meant to "channel planetary energy." Marge, a quiet alchemist of botanicals, infused their spirits with forgotten herbs and lunar-timed rituals. Locals swore their gin could cure heartbreak and their bourbon inspired prophetic dreams.
But then came the
Hard Times—a mysterious blight swept through the region, twisting vines, souring mash, and silencing laughter. The distillery was shuttered. Marge vanished. Johnny left behind only a scorched journal and a dusty bottle sealed with wax and stars.
For decades, the land lay dormant.
Until they came.
The Space-Triangles.
Nobody knows what they are—dimensional architects? Quantum investors? Sentient geometry?—but one crisp November night, three luminous triangles descended from the upper stratosphere and hovered silently over the ruins. Over the course of exactly
82 minutes, they reconstructed the old distillery—not brick by brick, but
memory by memory. Where crumbling oak beams once rotted, there now gleamed ferroglass and gravity-tempered marble. Where barrels lay cracked and dry, crystalline orbs now float, distilling drinkable nebulae.
Thus,
GE0-82 was born—named for the galactic coordinate of its reconstruction and perhaps, whispered by some, a cipher for “Galactic Epoch 82,” a forgotten time known only to the triangles and old almanacs.
The drinks here are sublime:
Solar Absinthe, aged in zero-G and swirled with comet dust;
Cot's Cure, a nod to Marge’s old remedy, now served smoking in an orb that pulses with bioluminescence; and the signature
Ephemeral Ep, a cocktail that disappears exactly 30 seconds after the first sip—leaving only a feeling of serene clarity and vague stardust around your lips.
Some say Marge’s spirit tends bar on quiet nights. Some say the space-triangles left one of their own behind, hidden in plain sight among the crystal decanters.
But everyone agrees:
GE0-82 is not just a lounge.
It’s a legend reborn.
-chatgpt