March 21, 2017:
In the future in the desert in the scorching afternoon, you rifle the pantries looking for anything. Under sinks, behind couch cushions, in closets, in the nursery. At last you find something: a child's secret stash of Atomic Fireballs, fresh and red-hot and loaded for bear. You have no choice, there is no other source of calories. You suck these candies hard and fast, to break them down, to make them chewable without breaking your teeth, one after one, turning your tongue red and all the mucus membranes of your aching mouth burnt and screaming.