You came to a wall of fat, where the oily extrusions of a billion bodies coalesced and compressed - rising to float in a solid sphere around the core of the purple world.

Here in this strata of human residue the fat dwellers slugged out their pale existence, slipping through gnawed tunnels with webbed-out hands – their wide bloated eyes aching for a hint of light in their sightless world. The capillaried tunnels spread through half a mile of blubber, down to darker flesh. Through passages sickly sticky on your hands, you crawled a half mile, taking occasional side routes to shun the fat eaters.

When one did cross your path, you pounded its soft face with your hand til it retreated into a side tunnel. You crawled past to out and beyond, shuffling into the dark meat of the inner planet.