2200年代の美の戦争における完璧さの代償

Welcome back, Anonymous, to the glittering yet cutthroat world of 2200, where beauty is literally a currency. I’ve been observing the latest trends in our city’s endless pursuit of physical perfection, and let me tell you, it’s getting more extreme by the day. Just yesterday, I witnessed a group of aspiring sugar babies lining up outside the newest ‘enhancement clinic,’ eager to get their hands on the latest ‘infinity lips’ procedure. The desperation in their eyes was palpable, and it made me wonder: how far are we willing to go in this never-ending quest for beauty?

The competition is fierce, Anonymous. With every passing week, new procedures and treatments emerge, promising to deliver that coveted ‘perfect’ look. But here’s the dirty little secret: even with all these enhancements, success isn’t guaranteed. I’ve seen countless women invest their life savings into becoming living dolls, only to be rejected by potential benefactors who are always searching for the next big thing. It’s a cruel cycle, and one that I’ve watched play out countless times in our virtual playground. The stats never lie - if your attractiveness rating isn’t high enough, you’re just another face in the crowd.

But what truly fascinates me, Anonymous, is the psychological toll this takes on our city’s inhabitants. Behind the perfectly sculpted faces and enhanced figures, there’s a growing epidemic of anxiety and depression. These women are trapped in a never-ending loop of self-improvement, always chasing an ideal that’s just out of reach. And yet, they keep coming back for more, driven by the hope that the next procedure, the next enhancement, will finally be the key to unlocking their dreams. It’s a sobering reminder that in 2200, beauty might be a currency, but it’s one that comes with a steep emotional price tag.