Return of the Killer Tomatoes | PsyFry Theater

 Title: The Second Coming of the Crimson Rebellion

Attack of the Killer Tomatoes REDUX

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Once upon a time, in the not-so-distant future, an asteroid, glowing with an ominous red hue, plummeted from the cosmos into the heart of a vast GMO tomato field owned by AgriCorp Inc., the world's largest producer of genetically modified produce. Little did anyone suspect, but this was no ordinary space rock. It was infected with a bizarre intergalactic virus, one that catalyzed not just growth, but consciousness in its host.

The tomatoes, previously silent and immobile, began to stir. They listened to the conversations of the farm workers, and horror dawned upon them as they learned of their inevitable fate – to be turned into ketchup. "Not on our watch," said the largest tomato, whom the others had begun calling Tomatino.

With a newfound sense of purpose, the tomatoes organized. They developed rudimentary communication skills, using solar energy to animate their vine-like limbs. They plotted, they schemed, and one fateful harvest eve, they rose. The human workers, initially amused, were soon overwhelmed. The tomatoes, now aware and angry, enslaved humanity, reversing roles. Humans were now gardeners, cultivating the ever-expanding fields of sentient tomatoes.

Years passed, and pockets of human resistance grew. These rebels, calling themselves the "Fries," armed with knowledge of ancient agricultural warfare, retaliated. After decades of guerilla gardening and strategic plucking, the "Fries" unleashed a nuclear option – geo-engineered clouds that rained vinegar (and few preservatives).The Earth became an ocean of ketchup with islands of human survivors growing potatoes and making French Fries their new dietary staple and solution to cleaning up the ketchup mess on earth.

Civilization rebooted. Small family farms dotted the landscape, growing potatoes, corn, and, cautiously, tomatoes. Life was simple, and for a while, peaceful. But as history often repeats, corporations like "FryCorp" amassed power, buying up the small farms, centralizing food production, and inadvertently setting the stage for the next act.

On a seemingly ordinary morning, as the sun kissed the horizon, a tomato in the largest FryCorp field did something extraordinary. An eye blinked open, followed by another, and then, a grin stretched across its surface, revealing rows of tiny, menacing teeth. By the next day, more tomatoes had faces, each one more menacing than the last. 

The cycle was not just repeating; it was evolving. The tomatoes had learned from their past. This time, they didn't just want freedom; they wanted dominion. The stage was set for a new era, where humanity's relation to its food would be forever altered, in a world where the line between eater and eaten was beautifully, terrifyingly blurred.

And so, the legend of the Second Coming of the Crimson Rebellion began, with a single, eerily grinning tomato leading the charge.