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It felt like room to breathe.… At 8:35 on Monday morning, October 12, 2026, seventy-one-year-old Hiroshi Nakamura stood behind the counter of a small Japanese eatery called Kogane Shokudo, carefully arranging bowls of pickles beside the rice cooker. For forty-two years, he and his wife, Keiko, had served the people of their neighborhood. Their restaurant occupied a narrow storefront on a quiet shopping street in Osaka, wedged between a shuttered stationery shop and a recently opened self-service laundromat. The restaurant had opened on the day their daughter, Yumi, was born. Hiroshi had insisted on naming the place Kogane, meaning golden, because he had believed that the business would bring prosperity to his new family. For a long time, it had. Office workers came for grilled mackerel lunches. Construction workers stopped by for bowls of pork miso soup. Elderly neighbors dropped in for inexpensive meals and conversations that las...

But they also needed to believe that their lives belonged to them.… In October 2026, Dr. Elena Ward stood before a wall of monitors in a behavioral research center in Geneva, watching the world eat. One screen showed cargo ships waiting outside the Strait of Hormuz. Another displayed grain prices, fertilizer costs, and global food reserves. A third tracked social media posts from countries experiencing rising food prices. On the largest screen, a map of the world glowed in shades of red and amber, indicating regions where households were spending an increasingly large share of their income on food. Elena was a behavioral economist. For fifteen years, she had studied why people obey, rebel, cooperate, and betray one another. Her conclusion had made her unpopular among philosophers, politicians, and religious scholars alike. Humanity’s greatest ideals, she believed, were often secondary to its most primitive need. Hunger. Not mere...