When I was a little tyke, maybe seven or eight years old, I read a book entitled “Hiroshima” thinking it was some kind of pokemon guide when I stole it from the school library. 80.000 people died instantly, upwards of 140.000 within the next year in the first of two nuclear attacks directed at Japan, bringing the war to a close almost instantly.
To raise support for the anti-nuclear movement, a group of women whose skin was seared off in the flash called the Hiroshima Maidens was brought to the US for reconstructive surgery. They were kind of like highly disfigured rock stars in a way, and more or less everyone rerolled good person and put 5 points in empathy upon seeing them.
On Marshmarrow, the stand-up comedians tell a very popular joke: “What did the survivors of the recent and tragic nuclear holocaust get? PROPER TREATMENT AND SYMPATHY, LOL.” Hopefully this will help to show you how the Hiroshima Maidens would have been treated in a world where almost everyone has some sort of horrible disfigurement.
Take Jerry for example. For the past twelve days, Jerry has sat on the edge of a motorway with nothing more than a box of FOOD PRODUCT 5 and a sign that says “BIGSTORE or Moon :]” to shield him from the radioactive acid rain and roaming bands of cannibals. For twelve days he’s endured both the elements and the other survivors in the hopes of catching a ride to either BIG STORE or the Moon.
Guess how many cars have stopped. No, guess. Yep. Zero. Zero cars have stopped for Jerry because half of Jerry’s body is raw and bad-smelling, no doubt because he was standing in front of a window when the bomb went off. Other hitchhikers around him have gotten rides within minutes, but Jerry’s sat there for twelve days eating food product 5 and recycling his own tears so his lips stop blistering in the heat.
Jerry used to love going to BIGSTORE. He used to love browsing the aisles and trying to access hardcore pornography on the in-store computers. He used to love being alive, but now he can’t remember what that’s like.