Wen/Ru Ma
01
In 2045, there was a global outbreak of sudden neurodegeneration, commonly known as "bean sprout disease".
Overnight everyone is in danger, special material masks are sold out, and meals are arranged by the government.
The government has been able to provide a unified management of the water supply and medicine.
By the United States, China, Canada and other 21 countries jointly mobilized to urgently control the pathogen.
The U.S. team of experts released the news that the pathogen is mostly spread by young people from various countries after 35 years, and the way of spreading the disease has not been found yet.
The disease has been compared to the SARS epidemic of the well-to-do era.
At the same time, rumors abounded that the disease was spread by breathing, and that it was spread by skin-to-skin contact.
Between the two rumors, one led to a sell-out of special masks, and the other to everyone becoming hurried, lonely and frightened.
Along with the explosion of news came another.
A multinational panel of experts released the news that the source of the "bean sprout disease" was the exaggeratedly thin, modern fashion trend of the post-35s, which originated in the well-off post-1980s.
The decades-long aesthetic trend of thinness for beauty has led young people to be paranoid about being thin and thin, while ignoring the health of the body.
Long-term accumulation and lesions have led to the emergence of a new type of virus, which originated from the post-35 thin group.
After research, the germs are afraid of fat in the human body, but the fat in the body of the thin 35-year-old is pathetic, so the world urgently invites fat people to participate in the voluntary donation of fat.
02
Emma, really is a person who goes everywhere.
The round body activity in the street mouth, oversized mask covering half of the face, puffing and puffing rolling for a long time, froze out of the ten meters.
These days the government closes the street, the street is rarely people in, Ema mouth craving, miss Coke miss the tight, so sneaky roll to the street.
This is intended to go to go back, that had thought too long did not go out of the house, he can only go to go to go to go to go to go to go to go to go to go to go to go to go to go to go to go, but there is no way to come back.
The street closure had stopped the store takeaways from coming out, and after settling for a quick snack, Emma could only move to get out of his protective shell.
The streets, too long deserted, were eerie, and the occasional head of a person was indistinguishable from a ghost.
Emma's fat was all over her body, as were her eyes, which resembled abyssal canyons left behind by the movement of mountains, squinting a slit in an effort to search for her kind.
A kindred spirit? Searching, but it seems that something is not right. Uniform camouflage outfits, clunking and stomping to the rhythmic point.
Emma let out an "ouch" and struggled to turn his body, but no matter how hard he tried, his body of nearly 450 pounds prevented him from escaping.
"Mr. Aymar."
"I'm sorry I'm sorry, I'm just hungry." Aymar fell to the ground in shock and struggled to get up.
The fat gagged Emma's mouth, and it was only through slurred and confused guessing that he could understand what was being said.
Emma was afraid, these days the street closure order has not been lifted, he traveled without authorization, inevitably be punished.
Fat people are loathed, and the size of the earth cannot accommodate their bulk.
Emma understands that the Earth is conventional, he does not belong to the conventional, even if he is fat is not worth to the Earth, but he does not have a corner of the world to live in peace.
03
"Mr. Emma, Mr. Emma."
Mr.? Mr. Aymar? Aymar thought he had misheard him, how harsh the address could not be for him!
He thought "fat pig, bear, and moving meatball" would be more pleasant, and more reassuring.
Those are enough to prove that he's an outcast, and doesn't have to force himself to lose weight to fit in with the wrong crowd!
He would also live a little easier. But it seems things are a bit abrupt, "Mr. Aymar, let's help you up."
Mr.? Mr. Aymar? Mr. Emma? Or help you up? Several hands reached out at the same time and yanked Aymar up off the ground.
Emma was still jittery.
"Right ......" Emma was just about to apologize when a man stood out of the crowd, a rather strange man who started with a deep bow before he even opened his mouth to speak.
Aymar was terrified, frightened, he accounted for the body is slightly trembling, but he is too fat to see the slight tremor. Presumably the aftermath of the trembling was downplayed by the fat.
"Hello Mr. Ema, I am Zhao Bing, the captain of the 'Bean Sprout Disease Incursion' defense force in this city."
"I ...... am just hungry." Ema was on the verge of tears, it seemed that unauthorized travel was serious, how else would even the captain of blah blah blah be out there?
But they were really polite, unlike the law enforcement officers before. Emma was scared to death, rubbing her hands together at a loss for words, a canyon of canyon-like eyes flickering and not knowing where to land.
04
"Mr. Aymar, don't take this the wrong way. We are here to see you on important matters ......"
"But I'm hungry."
"What are you waiting for, bring any food quickly." Zhao Bing ordered towards the law enforcement officers behind him.
"Captain, the streets are all closed, there is nothing to eat." The underlings were in a difficult position. Zhao Bing frowned and sighed a little later, ordering, "Tell Minmin to hurry up and start the stove to cook."
"That's the sister-in-law ah ......"
"Don't talk nonsense, hurry up, business is important." Zhao Bing is also helpless, inside this city, there are only a handful of fat people, the fattest is the person in front of him, even if he is disgusted, he can only show a smile.
The country is undergoing the test of history, the death of more people, he does not have to do what the captain, simply go home and planting forget. Great future he can not give up ah.
"Oh yeah, tell my wife to make more big fish and meat, and by the way, tell her to take her to the lunar landscape for a vacation after this is over and successful."
Aima scared all scared to death, and was surrounded by a group of people, and finally was inexplicably brought to a car, the car and the new air conditioning, air conditioning color is pink, but Aima do not care to watch, silly sitting there, waiting for the fate of the sanctions.
During this time, Aymar begins to be brainwashed.
Zhao Bing tells him that the world is being devastated, that this new virus can only be saved by fat people, and that this is definitely the moment to be a hero.
Heroes, ah, the sacred moments when millions of people honor and history books are burned with heroic deeds.
05
Heroes? Not a bear? Or else a fat pig is better. A hero? Which hero is a fat one?
Aimar thought the good-looking captain in front of him must be joking with him. It is hard to believe that the punishment is now reformed? This must be a mental punishment.
If so, then Emma must like to die, it is better than being beaten. His whole fat body really isn't very good at resisting blows!
In the middle of the persuasion, the food came. All for Aymar. Everything imaginable meat dishes have everything. Aymar watched as his mouth already spread, but he did not dare to act rashly.
Zhao Bing this person is smart, Aima's look in his eyes. He is full of smiles, treating Aima's attitude is comparable to treating his own father.
Under Zhao Bing's full attack and defense, the city gradually lost its ability to defend itself.
Bean Sprout Disease is, after all, too skinny and weak, leading to mutant virus infections. These viruses fall apart in a pile of fat.
Experts in 21 countries quickly made a directive to search the globe for fat people and encourage them to donate fat to avoid the mass spread of the virus. But the order was secret and unannounced.
Ema is supposed to be a soft hearted person, and when Zhao Bing throws out all the questions in full, it's kind of a done deal.
For the obese, eating and drinking is the most complete moment in the world. So Emma went from Zhao Bing. Just like a little girl, shriveled up and followed Zhao Bing out of the city where he had lived for more than twenty years.
After determining that Aima agreed to be a fat-donating volunteer, a space plane was arranged that afternoon to take Aima to the United States. Along for the ride was Zhao Bing.
06
"How do you give fat donation?"
"It's the same as donating blood, just relatively slow."
"Does it hurt?"
"It's okay."
The space shuttle flew for well over an hour before landing slowly in Washington, D.C., U.S.A., and was greeted by an Asian face.
Before he could say anything, there was a big hug. But apparently Aymar was too huge for the man to hug.
Emma was then taken to the car, which drove to a building with layers of barriers guarded by burly robot soldiers. Emma was too scared to raise her eyes to inspect, and could only stare stupidly at Zhao Bing and the others as they walked forward.
I don't know how long it took, but I finally came to a lobby that was densely packed with people.
But these people were different, and could be described as being just as strange as Ayma. They were all fat, white, black and yellow. All spread out in the middle of the lobby.
The look was like the initial pancake stalls you see in history books from long ago.
Of course, Emma was brought to the congregation immediately afterward, and was similarly spread out.
Things seemed to be going very smoothly, everything following the rules, as the robot nurses bustled back and forth, racking one fat black, white, and yellow man after another to the medical equipment.
With a flick of the green button, the device captures the target's arm on its own, and then a long, thin hose approaches the skin, and a miniature scalpel jabs forward, and a tiny eye of a needle immediately appears, and the hose is inserted quickly in about 0.0003 seconds.
Thus, the great "cause" of fat donation began.
07
The fat donation lasted three days.
Emma was taken to the hospital room after the fat donation. As promised before, since Emma's fat had been removed to a healthy level, the only thing that would follow would be to tighten the sagging skin caused by the fat donation.
That's as simple as treating a cough for this day and age.
And so Emma's cough was fixed. He's thin, but not modern thin, but warm and handsome and healthy thin.
He looked in the mirror and felt like he had had plastic surgery. He couldn't believe it, but had to.
......
A week later, TV stations began rolling out announcements that the "bean sprouts epidemic" had been effectively controlled,
and praising the heroes who had given up their fats from all over the world.
But that's not the same as what Zhao Bing said; the world doesn't need tens of thousands of heroes. Instead, it's Ema, who doesn't care that much.
Now you can eat whatever you want, no takeout. All bans are unblocked, and Aymar can walk anywhere. That was something he hadn't dared to think about before.
"Emma, Emma, is that you?" A bone-thin, skeleton looking woman stopped Aima's way.
"Jasmine?"
"Is it really you? Aymar, save me ......"
"Good." Emma smiled a warm smile, one of those warm and warm handsome and healthy smiles.
08
News Report:
At 8:06 am on July 3, 2045, Mr. Aymar died at the People's Hospital in Beijing, China. He was 27 years old. He was a hero to China and the world, sacrificing himself for others without expecting anything in return.
The following is a summary of Mr. Ayma's life story:
1. He went to the United Nations to donate fat and participate in the control of the "bean sprouts disease" epidemic;
2. He decided to save "a family of five" in a high risk situation. "bean sprout disease" patients. (This includes a father, mother, daughter, daughter's boyfriend, and a dog they owned)
We pray for Mr. Aymar, that there will be no sickness in heaven, and that he will have a good journey.
......
FUNERAL HOME: A skeletonized corpse, having its last remaining fat extracted.
The morbidity of this one warns the world that a battle for fat storage is on. Anyone who passes away in any form will be drained, and fat becomes the last hurdle for continued human survival.
......
"Honey, how did you convince that dead fat guy?"
"Baby, I, Molly, didn't have to say anything at all, just look at him so pathetically."
"Hahahahaha ......" The two laughed in unison.
The laughter traveled far and wide, so far that it was thrown into the campus to meet Emma, a student, who was rounded up in a corner and stammered "I just like Jasmine, I'm not going to bother her".
......
In 2045, Emma is, literally, dead.