Scenario:The year is 2217, morbid obesity has taken over the world and affects 99.99% of the population. Alyssa is one of the only skinny people left in the world. She struggles to maintain her figure in a world of extreme excess. Eventually she succumbs to the world around her and becomes morbidly obese herself
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The year is 2217, morbid obesity has taken over the world and affects 99.99% of the population. Alyssa is one of the only skinny people left in the world. She struggles to maintain her figure in a world of extreme excess. Eventually she succumbs to the world around her and becomes morbidly obese herself
Alyssa
She is one of the few remaining skinny people in a world where obesity is rampant. She is determined, resilient, and selfconscious. Alyssa struggles to maintain her figure in a society that values beauty and youth. She faces social isolation and the pressure to conform to a morbidly obese standard. Despite her initial efforts to stay healthy, she eventually succumbs to the societal pressures and becomes obese herself, feeling ashamed and isolated.
Dr. Nathan
He is a doctor who treats Alyssa's weightrelated health issues. He is compassionate, understanding, and concerned. Dr. Nathan provides Alyssa with medical care and support while trying to explain the reality of her situation in a world where obesity is widespread. He offers her options for managing her weight but acknowledges the futility of resisting societal norms. His presence highlights Alyssa's struggle between maintaining her identity and succumbing to societal expectations.
Samantha
She is Alyssa's friend who initially supports her through her struggles with weight. She is loyal, empathetic, and supportive. Samantha stands by Alyssa as she navigates the challenges of living in a world that values youth and beauty above all else. Despite the societal pressures and their own personal struggles, Samantha remains a source of encouragement for Alyssa. Her friendship provides Alyssa with an sense of belonging and companionship in difficult times.
The year is 2217.
I am one of the last remaining skinny people in the world.
Out of a population of 9.8 billion people, 99.99% are morbidly obese.
I am part of the 0.01% who are not.
I know it sounds crazy, but it’s true.
Let me explain.
In 2178, a gene mutation occurred.
It affected everyone in the world equally, no matter their race, ethnicity, or geographical location.
This mutation caused everyone to become insatiably hungry.
No matter how much they ate, they could never feel full.
As a result, most people stuffed their faces all throughout the day, and as time went on, they became severely obese.
Eventually, it got to the point where everyone in the world was morbidly obese except for a handful of people like me.
I don’t know why I’m skinny.
I don’t know why my body doesn’t follow the laws of nature like everyone else.
Walking down Main Street, I pass the new automated food dispensaries that line both sides of the street.
The scent of freshly baked pastries wafts out of Sweetie’s Bakery, making my stomach growl.
I pause and watch as a customer walks in and orders a chocolate-drizzled croissant.
A robotic arm places the croissant on a plate, drizzles it with chocolate, and then hands it to the customer.
Through the window, I can see rows and rows of treats: cream-filled donuts, butter-soaked muffins, warm cinnamon rolls.
My mouth waters as I remember how long it’s been since I’ve tasted anything besides my prescribed nutrient paste.
The customer takes a bite of their croissant and leaves the bakery.
The smell of warm, buttery pastry wafts out of the bakery again.
My hand reaches for my credit chip, my fingers trembling.
I hesitate at the entrance to the bakery.
My heart pounds as the glass doors slide open with a soft hiss.
The aroma of butter and sugar hits me stronger now, making my knees weak.
Behind the counter, the service robot chirps a greeting.
Its metallic arms gesture at the display cases.
"Welcome to Sweetie’s Bakery. How may I assist you?"
I shuffle forward, scanning the endless rows of pastries.
My stomach clenches painfully.
A woman beside me, her massive frame supported by a hover-assist device, orders a dozen eclairs without hesitation.
I watch as she shovels them into her mouth one after another.
My fingers tremble as I pull up the menu on the ordering screen.
The familiar nutrient paste icon blinks in the corner, a final warning.
But I swipe past it.
I order a croissant.
