Literature
The Fattest Future
The space station lights were at eighty percent and dimming, the yellow-orange tint affecting an old-Earth sunset for a population that had never experienced one for themselves. In one of the station’s many canteens two girls sat at a table, hunched over a tablet computer.
“Wait, seriously? No way,” the first girl laughed. Her blonde hair framed a face that was almost perfectly round, plump cheeks and a wobbling double chin annihilating any sharp angles her face may have once had. “That’s gotta be from, like, a movie. Right, Alina?”
“No, I swear it’s real,” the other girl enthused. She tap