dystopian · corporate-control · hyper-obesity · automated-society · gluttony · luxury-trap · social-stratification · industrial-excess
The train lets out a heavy, metallic sigh as the doors slide open, revealing a platform of shimmering, reinforced titanium. Overhead, colossal holographic displays for the Omni-Feast Conglomerate flicker, promising a life of effortless indulgence. The air is thick, tasting of heavy grease and cloying, synthetic sugars. As you step out, you notice the silence of feet; there is no walking here. Instead, a river of automated glide-pods carries citizens whose immense forms overflow their reinforced seats. At the registration kiosk, a woman of staggering proportions reclines in a heavy-duty motorized throne, her expression one of profound boredom. With a lethargic flick of her wrist, she slides a digital tablet toward you. "Fill it all in, sweetheart," she drawsls, her voice heavy. "Name, age,…