One noon in the winter of 2009, as Tall-Fat was sitting in the cafeteria eating her favorite poached eggs, her mysterious friend told her: The Mayan prophecy says that December 22, 2012 is the end of the world.
Tall-Fat is very impressive.
There are too many such prophecies. From the "Doomsday of Humanity in 1997" to the "Millennium Apocalypse Theory", among the 1,200 religious organizations worldwide, 400 of them have predicted.
The world has not come to an end. Yet, humans are still fiercely living year after year, trampling on the diverse and ever-changing "doomsday" scenarios.
This year's doomsday theory is not much different from previous years, apart from being more grandiose. That year, a movie with a doomsday theme was also released at the end of the year.
"2012" was quite popular in major theaters for a period of time.
Of course, Tall-Fat's miserable high school life was not affected by it. The teachers also did not assign less homework just because humanity was going to be wiped out. There was still self-study, there were still extended classes, the math problems were still not understood, and the fried eggs were still delicious.
However, three years later, the doomsday has truly arrived.
Earthquakes, volcanoes, tsunamis, meteor showers, major climate changes, glacier melting, and the spread of plague, pestilence, and locust infestations.
Humans are dying on a large scale, and those who haven't died are busy committing suicide.
2012 was a sad year. Tall-Fat had no time to eat her fried egg, and was tearfully put into a cryogenic chamber by her parents.
Clever people always leave a backup plan before a crisis arrives, such as the space escape pods that governments of various countries have prepared for their key officials - to leave behind the human elite, in hopes of continuing the race!
Wishes are good, but with survival at stake, plans are all in disarray.
These survival quotas were actually prepared for the human elites such as scientists and scholars, but most of them were snapped up by the entrepreneurs and armies who could provide the means of subsistence at the time.
Competing requires strength, and strength comes from material reserves. The military can mobilize the country's grain reserves, entrepreneurs can mobilize warehouse inventory, but the real bulk can only be squeezed from the people.
In a world where global land 80% collapses, farmlands are devastated, food is scarce, and prices soar to the point where eggs and diamonds cost the same, for the struggling remnants of humanity,
A bag of rice is much more valuable than a bag of materials for making a spacecraft.
What could possibly make ordinary people exchange their life-saving rations for a bunch of scrap metal?
That is the hope of life.
The military faction that masters the technology and space materials, and the enterprise that controls the production line, are a perfect match. Several major high-tech companies have started mass-producing simple space cryogenic chambers. At the same time, they actively instill shameless brainwashing content in the panicked public, such as "although you can only float in the universe, there is still hope of survival." And the result is remarkable.
The hastily assembled cryogenic chambers are crudely made, yet their prices are outrageous! But the will to survive makes people still willing to risk everything to join the rush to purchase them
Then, these large deposits and accumulated grain were taken by the merchants to exchange with the government for the qualification to be written on the survivor list.
As for the common people, well, they are busy being delighted and grateful for the inferior cryogenic chambers they managed to snatch up, leaving no time to oversee the capitalists.
The Tall-Fat parents used 5 bags of rice, 3 pieces of Jinhua ham, 10 boxes of instant noodles, and 20 buckets of pure water from their home to purchase a cryogenic chamber for their only child.
"Tall-Fat knew that those were the entire food reserves of the household, so she didn't shed tears when she lay down in the cryogenic chamber, but firmly told her weeping mother, "
I will surely live on.
Yes, of course we must live on.
Otherwise, I'm sorry to the mother who gave up her own chance to survive, I'm sorry for the 10 boxes of instant noodles, I'm sorry for the 20 bottles of purified water, and I'm also sorry for the 5 bags of rice and Jinhua ham!
Life teaches us: Money cannot be spent carelessly!
Perhaps it was this petty bourgeois stinginess that touched the universe.
Perhaps it's the Tall-Fat people's explosion of personality.
Perhaps the natural plurality of the universe is a necessary probability.
This ordinary human's cryogenic capsule happened to pass the mass test, happened to avoid countless meteor showers in space, and happened to not be sucked into a black hole. While government-made escape pods were destroyed in a certain interstellar dust collision, this small but significant seed of life happened to drift safely through various dangers for tens of thousands of years.
Nobody knows that all this should be thanks to Tall-Fat's physique.
Actually, Tall-Fat is not very tall, not very big, and not fat.
