it’s not about healthy foods. It’s never been about healthy foods. It’s always been about not stuffing your face. It’s always been about mostly healthy most of the time. Which you can only really do if you cook for yourself.
Actually not serving home cooked meals to your children is child abuse, also.
I’m so happy in my walkable 15 minute city. I live in Sector B52 which is the hip urban sector. Everyday I walk from my pod in the pod dormitory to my work pod in the shared workspace. On the way I get to take in the vibrant urban cultcha — there’s always people on the sidewalks, enjoying legal fentanyl and engaging in classic urban pastimes like knife fights.
I get UBI tokens which I’m allowed to spend on pre-approved vegan and bug protein options. I wash down the bugcheeseburger with some tasty Soylent.
In my pod my AI assistant generated endless life-affirming validating entertainment. Recently my favourite is Ted Lasso x Lizzo Bigot Torture Porn Hour.
Sometimes I miss my family a little bit. My mom lives in sector B45568 which is where the The Council of the Science discovered we must put all the boomers.
I’m not allowed to go to there. In fact I can’t leave my sector currently due the outbreak of Covid-Omega-Reaper-45 which according to the Science has a terrifying 0,005% death rate. Thank the Science for my regularly updated booster implant.
Being a white cis male is great ever since the Science determined we’ve been having sex all wrong for millennia! It turns out the penis is a vestigial organ, and the male is supposed to receive sexual pleasure solely though the anus. Getting fucked by my fat non binary girlfriend is the best. As the Science has determined the strap on is 11 inches long and 9 inches in circumference.
I just love the hustle and bustle of the big city…