Chapter 1 - decemeber 31, 2141 - evening

I was at a local 7/11 when this all happened. I wanted to buy a pack of candy until all of the sudden, the cashier freaked out. He quickly grabbed the telephone and dialed the numbers "911". I was freaking out too. I thought something terrible was about to happen. I was sweating like a man who just ran the marathon. I thought it'd be the last day of my life, too. I know that's dumb, but you panic when you're scared. The cashier was shaking and said into the phone, "Come here! Quick!" in a shaky voice. It really scared the hell out of me. I thought I'd die the day before the New Year. I heard sirens in the background. I ran to the corner, in fear. That made the cashier gasp. He was sweating like an ape, that guy. His underarms were all sweaty. His shirt stuck to him, making it possible to see all his layers. That man was easily over 350 pounds. It still amazes me that in the year 2110, Apple, who was originally in the phone and computer business back in the 2000s, now created technology to help better suit the fat people that lived in our nation. In the year 2110, they created the iSeg, a segway, which can carry over a ton. In 2120, they created the iGum. The iGum was a type of gum that could, when was chewed, help fatter people stand and carry out life essential functions more quickly. For example, a man that weighs 400 pounds can feel like they weigh 200 pounds. In 2122, Apple created a huge improvement to their iSeg (which was getting yearly releases with different colors and more customizable options). The new and improved iSeg 2.0 could carry over five tons. It was a lot roomier and it even had a seat which was about three feet wide. In 2130, Apple put out the iCandy, which was an alternative to the iGum. It and the same effects, but you'd have to constantly eat candy to feel less heavy. It wasn't as popular as the iGum. In 2135, they created the iBeat, which allowed people to eat more food without getting stuffed as quickly. And now, this year, 2142, Apple created the iLife. It allowed immobile people to once again walk. All you had to do was place a pair of iLifes on each of your legs. That could make even the fattest people walk normally. I never really had the money to go out and buy any of these products, and I'm not hefty anyways, so there really wasn't any point into getting any if the products. Now that I got that out of the way, I wanted to mention that the cashier was wearing and iBeat, which looks like button that you place anywhere on your body, and was chewing some iGum.

The cops ran inside the shop and darted towards me. I was terrified. To be qualified as being a cop, you have to be at least 600 pounds. Imagine 1200 pounds darting towards a 200 pound body. That's scary to say the least. The bigger one came up to me and grabbed a hold of my hand. He said: "Looks like we've got ourselves a dirty lawbreaker?"


"Excuse me?" I said.

"I said you're a dirty lawbreaker," the bigger one said.

"Sir, I'm sorry. I'm not familiar with California's laws. I'm from Oregon. I only came down here to celebrate the New Years," I said in fear. My voice was shaking like crazy.

"Looks like we got a foreigner," the less beefy one said.

"Indeed we do," the meatier one said.

"What're you going to do to me?" I said. "Please let me go!"


The fatter one held me up and started to take me out of the store. He waved at the cashier and said, "Everything's under control. Thank you for calling us."

The two took me to their iSeg 2.0 I sat next to the beefier one. The cop with not as much fat led the way by putting up sirens. He headed off at about the standard iSeg 2.0 speed, 60mph. My iSeg 2.0 followed him.

I was terrified. What was I going to do? I thought about jumping of the segway and to hope for the best, but I did just turn 18 and I still had a whole lot to live for. So what I did is, I sat there and stared into the cop's fat. Some was sticking out towards my side of the segway, but I didn't want to say anything that might offend him or hurt him. So I just kept my mouth shut and tried not to feel lit, but let me tell you, it was really tempting. Actually, to be frank, I almost did touch it, but immediately stopped because the cop tried to speak with me. He said, "You don't know what you did wrong did you?"

It was pretty dark out so I couldn't really see his face when he said that to me. "No," I said. "I'm really confused right now."

"Listen. We're only helping you. You're in California now, not Oregon. We're two different states. That state is a lot more relaxed about weight laws. Us Californians, not so much."

"What do you mean by weight laws?"

"I knew you'd ask that. Here in California, you must at least have 100 pounds of fat on you to stay out of trouble. You built and muscle workers, or whatever you people call yourselves-"

"I'm not a bodybuilder."

"Yes, bodybuilder. That's the word I'm looking for. You bodybuilders are not really liked here in California. This gang called, "The Hefties" started beating people that were bodybuilders. They even killed a few people. Because of them, California created a law that you have to be a certain weight to avoid being hurt by "The Hefties"."

"And I have to have at least 100 pounds of fat to be safe?"

"Yes. We're going to help you with that. Don't worry. We're not going to hurt you. We've got everything you need at the police department. You'll be fine."