[Creation] Organic Diet

[Foreword]
This novel came to me about four years ago, after taking a biochemistry class in my last semester of college doing nothing and doing nothing. Some of the brushstrokes seem so jerky now, and the metaphors seem ridiculously young.
But in the spirit of not revising less and making less work, I only corrected the typo without changing the sentence and posted it here, I hope you will like it.

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"These clams feed on uncontaminated algae in a non-polluted environment. They convert the antioxidants contained in the algae into smaller substances that are better absorbed by the human body, which we generally call kinesin."
On the podium, the professor with delicate make-up and fashionable mouth drooled. There is a flying look in her eyes where she carefully describes the eyeliner and eyeshadow, bursting out.
Women who are immersed in professional fields are really fascinating. You think so.
Oh, and maybe it's because she was only 38 years old when she took over as the director of your department's Institute of Biotechnology.
The young man should be so handsome. The content of her lectures is already blurred in your ears who just got off the night shift.
You, whose spirit is gradually lost and lost, try to keep your attention not to stay on her neckline, which is opened a little low--on her chest that rises and falls with her closed mouth.

The sound of the teacher announcing the end of the class, accompanied by the collision of desks and chairs and the discussion of where to go for food, disturbed you who were sleeping soundly at the desk.
You lowered your head and opened your wallet, there was not a single bill in it, only a few scattered copper plates looked at you, as if smirking at your poverty. The salary will not meet you until the beginning of the month, and today, it is only the 20th.
You go out of the school gate. The restaurants and dining crowds all over the street lure you, but you don't have any money to eat.
You sighed, you were born into a low-income family, your parents used your name as a guarantee, and by the way, you reported the loss of your passbook and then stole it. These are not what you want.

"Hello, classmate." A man stopped you, and you turned your head to see that he was wearing a shirt and black trousers, with a meticulous haircut: "Do you want to live a healthier life?"
It was for direct sales. You look at him and say very bluntly, "I don't have any money."
"Then do you want to make money?" He handed out a business card: "Our plan is currently in the process of seeking subjects. Of course, you don't have to pay us any fees, and even if you are helpful to our experiments, We will give you a certain allowance again..."
Hearing free, and possibly even earning, your pupils dilates like a predator seeing prey.
Out of nowhere, you've joined this seemingly direct sales program.

"We hope you can cooperate with our daily routine," the greasy-haired man, or he should call him Mr. Lin, led you into a house that you can't even think of in your life: "You will be with other people in the future. The subjects live together in this house, and all food and drinking water will be provided by us. As for the other equipment in the house, you can use it as you want. However, the lights-out time on our side is 11 o'clock in the evening... oh, That's when the human brain starts to repair."
"Can I still go to school then?" you ask, even though this kind of life seems like a luxury to you. But if they don't pay well, the experiment will eventually come to an end. You can only count the few copper plates left in your wallet, standing on the side of the road with many restaurants, forcing yourself to ignore the hunger.
"Oh, that's fine." Mr. Lin tapped you on the watch on his wrist: "Wait to get the iwatch, it will monitor your physical condition, and you will not be allowed to eat indiscriminately or stay up late."
Grabbing that watch, you can hardly believe that a pie that fell from the sky could hit you so nicely on the head. You look at the thick stack of consent forms that Mr. Lin handed you.

Sign it.
The angels and demons in your heart don't even need to fight. With your own will, you can tell yourself so clearly and accurately: Tomorrow is the first day of your new life.

Enjoy the high-quality ingredients they provide you, which are guaranteed to be nutritious and completely organic; enjoy their excellent fitness equipment, you feel that your life is like a cockroach by the trash can before you join this program .

Obviously you have worked so hard for life, but life only gives you a pile of garbage.

You lived with their guidance for three months. The original Yima Pingchuan's body gradually became clearer, and his pale face became rosy.
Even, because you had enough sleep after quitting the night shift, you felt your mind was more active than ever before, and you won the book award from the department in the mid-term and final exams.

How you wish this experiment could go on forever.

One night, Mr. Lin took you to the basement of this house, "Don't worry, just measure some physiological activities in your body, and some data." He said while holding two clips, one red and one black, respectively. Clip on your ears and fingers.
"Will it take a long time?" You look around, there are many young people like you here, and each of them also has two such bizarre clips on their bodies.
"No." Almost at the same time as he answered you, Mr. Lin pressed the switch connected to the end of the clip.
"They will make the algae... more beneficial to the human body..." You feel as if you have dreamed a dream that seems to be only a moment, but also spans a century.
Mr. Lin cuts off the switch and removes the clip from you. I don't know where to walk out of two people and dragged away the unconscious you, and also dragged away thousands of young people who are similar to you and unconscious.

They drag you onto a large machine and hang you upside down.

Hang upside down in front of the high-speed gear and slowly approach the gear.

Mr. Lin went upstairs and passed a shop window.
The waiter in the window is introducing to a middle-aged couple who are well-dressed and well-maintained across from him:
"Yes, our meats are all organically grown vegetables, and the phytochemicals in them will be converted into kinesin and stored in their bodies after digestion, and they are very young, about 20 years old. It's just up and down, the metabolism is strong, and it is guaranteed that after eating it, the two of you can get the peak physical strength and intelligence..."
He walked up again, to the rooftop. He lit up a BMW and looked at the advertisements for grain-fed beef under his feet, as well as the people who responded to the World Vegetable Awakening Day, and signed no meat, respecting their lives and saving the earth.

The BMW was getting shorter and shorter, lingering around his fingertips.