Welcome to the Atlas-7 Orbital Female Detention Center.

You’ve all been found in serious violation of numerous Class-1 Felonies, crimes so egregious that, for many of you, release or parole is not an option.

Which brings us to the topic of your punishments:
Those of you who are less serious offenders will be enjoying the remainder of your lives here.

You’ll perform some labor as recompense for your crimes, and in return you’ll be granted the privilege of 6 hours of sleep and three courses of Nutri-Paste a day.
I will warn you though, that stuff’s addictive. Combine that with the zero gravity here at Atlas-7, and let’s just say that you’ll find yourself at an above-average weight fairly quickly.

But when you can just float everywhere, who cares if you gain a few hundred pounds?
Now, for those of you who’ve warranted maximum-security status, you’ll be placed in Isolation Pods.

You’ll be restrained, just in case you get any ideas of escaping. Food and waste needs will be handled by automated hoses and pumps, respectively.
And just in case you’re scared of getting bored, don’t worry! You’ll be hooked up to a MindDive VR system, which will give you entertainment in the form of forcing you to relive your crimes from your victims perspectives, along with some state-produced anti-crime seminars...
...and a healthy dose of fear-inducing and mind-numbing drugs, just to make those terrible actions you commit on yourself that much scarier, and to make the anti-crime brainwashing more effective. And our advanced medicine will make sure your body faces no ill effects.
Don’t worry! Once the Nutri-Paste fattens you up and you pass your first ton, your brain will be so encumbered with excess fat that everything will just be a blur of sensations that you can’t make sense of.

So rest easy and get used to it, this’ll be the rest of your life.
Now, we get to the worst of you.

For some reason or another, be it terrorism, treason, or heresy, you’ve been given the death penalty.

But unlike the others, you’re going to get to make a choice here. Two different options which will show your true character.
One, you can accept your fate.

You’ll be put into a sealed chamber and fed Nutri-Paste with no medicine to aid your expanding, struggling body.

You’ll become a slovenly, incontinent blob whose organs slowly fail until you finally pass all alone, your body jettisoned into space.
Or you can choose to transcend yourself. You can prove, with your last independent act, to better the lives of your fellow humans.

Our great Empire is constantly expanding, with new worlds being claimed and new colonies being founded.
But not all of these worlds are habitable for mankind. Terraforming is necessary.

Of course, we have the necessary machinery to accomplish this. Great world engines the size of small moons which can transform the most desolate rocks into havens of life.
But such engines are expensive, and difficult to maintain.

But Nutri-Paste is cheap, and the advances in medicine our great Empire has made allow us to keep even the most sickly from death.

And that is where you come in.

You can shape a new world.
You’ll be sent to an uninhabitable world aboard an automated vessel, which will fatten you up to an appreciable size before you arrive.

And once you are there, the real work begins.

You’ll be settled on the planet’s surface and fed.

And fed.

And fed.
That will be all you’ll ever know. You’re body will grow beyond comprehension, eclipsing and life form known to man and then beyond. You’ll even be visible from orbit.

Your body will quickly bear the fruits of your gluttony, and your grand work will truly start.
The waves of sweat which pour down the vast plains of your body will seed the planet’s oceans.

Your gases will strengthen the atmosphere.

Your waste and milk will lay the foundation for the organic base of agriculture.

You will become the life bringing goddess of this world.
And you will be immortalized for it. For your ultimate sacrifice in pursuit of what best furthers the interests of your fellow man and the Empire.

And you’ll receive a full pardon, courtesy of the Grand Arbiter and the Colonial Governors, with the Empress’ blessing.
Not that you’ll care at that point. An unthinking, continent sized blob of lard that only eats, farts and soils itself has no notion of whatever she used to be.

But you’ll know that you’ve loved what you become.
Well, that wraps up the introduction. A lot to take in, I know, but it’s important. This affects the rest of your life.

So welcome to Atlas-7!

Feel free to grab some Nutri-Paste on your way in. Given how much of it you’ll be having from now on, I’d suggest getting used to it...
Inspired by this tweet from @/emirainbows

Thanks for making me so unga over this idea lol https://twitter.com/emirainbows/status/1303884273175400448
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