"Flatty"

"Flatty"

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Born in 2053, 15-year-old Latika lives in Arcis, the most prestigious city of all Amerax. It's an exciting time for the country previously named America since World War III just recently ended. Technology is booming and permits things that were unimaginable only a couple of years back. Medicine too is at its peak: illnesses have no secrets for the medical specialists and people rarely die before reaching the hundreds. The economy however, is very unstable and riches are unequally distributed... with Amerax getting the most of it. Despite the excessive use of nuclear weapons in the last war, the amount of people living on planet earth just recently exceeded 11 billion and space is scarce, even with buildings towering higher than ever. Due to the overbearing number of mouths to feed, food is now a rarity and therefore, being skinny is a sign of poverty, weakness and ailment while being overweight represents wealth, health and power. As for society, it has evolved in a way that some would qualify as ruthless and inhumane, automatically rejecting anyone that doesn't comply with its strict standards.
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