A hacker-assassin shoulders his way through the crowd in the dripping, neon night of some megacity. He sits down on a stool at the counter of a noodle vendor. Raises a finger of his cybernetic hand, and orders a bowl.
A woman in a white hazmat suit walks on a catwalk above giant vats, circulating some strange, pinkish substance. She pulls out a clipboard. Writes something down. The logo on the front of the suit reads Second Harvest New-Trition: Meat Without Deceit.
A beat up pick up truck hurtles around a corner, tires squealing. The driver guns the accelerator. Behind them are the sound of sirens. One of the crates filling the truck’s bed is jarred to the side, and comes open, spilling bright red tomatoes down the side of the highway.
From extruded textured protein patties to krill steaks, from nanite-assembled burgers to bootlegged produce, there are no limits to the future of food.
This jam is for creating table top RPGs or RPG materials around what, and why, and how people eat.