Ten years in the future, the social media influencer orgy has reached its pitiful climax. Each sack of indistinguishable, unblemished flesh seeks new methods for unreciprocated orgasm in the blue light abyss. Vaguely qualified celebrity chef, Salt Bae, satisfies their need at his new restaurant. Serving the forgotten corpses of last month's top influencers, who died of natural causes after failing to procure enough adoration for survival.
You too will be salted one day and consumed, and shit into the neglected toilet after struggling down the throat of someone live streaming the insufferable feast to uninterested followers. Submit to digestion. Submit to flowing through the intestines of someone you hate. Submit to a legacy of blind consumption before flushing into the sewage system of your hometown.
Salt the meat. Eat the corpse. Accumulate empty applause.
