A grim, industrial facility where humans are herded like livestock, their final destination a massive meat processor looming in the background. Thin, pale figures, stripped of identity, shuffle down a blood- slicked metal ramp, their eyes glazed with the numb acceptance of their fate. Barcodes tattooed on their necks, they’re tagged for processing, packed shoulder- to- shoulder in steel cages. Overhead, a screen blares propaganda about “Soylent Solutions” and how they’ve saved the world from starvation, while sleek, soulless executives dine on gourmet dishes crafted from the very meat these humans are about to become. Mechanical arms extend, grabbing the next in line, hoisting them up like cattle, skin peeling against cold steel as they're fed into the whirring blades of the processor. The deafening hum of machinery drowns out muffled screams, while the world outside carries on, completely unaware or too broken to care that the solution to hunger is eating itself alive. A twisted cycle of life, where humanity’s final product is neatly packaged meat for the survivors who don’t yet realize they’re next. ```