
Nutrients deficiency in the vegetable aisle
July 31, 2025
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October 6, 2025July 14, 2025. Team barbecue at Myfood. The sun is beating down, the tomatoes are juicy, the mood is light. And as is often the case these days, we find ourselves talking about something a little less funny: current events.
That day, together we discovered the contours of the Duplomb law. Yet another reform that pushes a centralized, technocratic and disconnected vision of agriculture even further. We sigh, we shrug, and we say to ourselves, once again: “We were right to go down this road ten years ago.
And then, to lighten the mood, a colleague says:
“Have you seen Mad Max lately?”
Here we go again.

A law, a post-apo movie and a tomato salad
A member of the team tells us that he re-watched Mad Max: Fury Road the day before. The mood of the film – between desertification, water shortages and survival under stress – strikes us all the more strongly as the subject of the day is agriculture.
We drift. We’re getting carried away. And we start imagining what our agricultural system might look like in 100 years’ time if nothing changes.
And even if we’re joking, the chills are not far away.
So we imagined this fictional scenario (or not). It’s scary. And it’s based on very real trends.
Agriculture 2025-2125: disaster scenario
2025-2040: the headlong rush
Produce more and more: monocultures doped with pesticides and chemical fertilizers are the only profitable products to be made. Soils are depleted, water disappears, health falters.
Pesticide-related cancers are multiplying (agricultural, pediatric, etc.), while the compensation funds set up in the 2020s are overwhelmed and at a standstill.
2040-2060: the break
Water supplies collapse. Orchards die without bees. Small farms are going bankrupt and being replaced by giant, unmanned operations. Cultivated land becomes ultra-digitized zones, and “free” zones become refuge areas for what’s left of life.
2060-2090: total control
Each seed is patented. Replanting is forbidden. Drones, sensors, surveillance… everything is under control. Digitized zones marginalize the inhabitants of free zones, and looting is considered a war crime. On the one hand, we eat artificially; on the other, we survive. Inequalities are widening, and access to vital resources and healthcare has disappeared from the political agenda.
2090-2125: the autumn of the world
The price of bread is equivalent to two days’ wages. Food is rationed. Artificial urban vegetable gardens controlled by artificial intelligence become compulsory for cities that can afford them. Soil is inert, insects have disappeared. Ecosystems have collapsed.
The divide is complete:
On one side, a closed, artificial, ultra-policed world.
On the other, a few free zones where nature fights for survival.
” May fate be kind to you! Happy Hunger Games to all “

Is it inevitable?
No.
This scenario is not a utopia, it’s a warning.
Every decision we make today counts. Every pesticide added, every soil tilled lifeless, every seed patent accepted, is a step closer to this dystopia.
But there’s still time to do things differently.
Sobriety. Relocation. Diversification. Protecting farmers’ knowledge. Taking back control of water, seeds and our choices.
A testimonial that marked us
In the same week, we came across a France 3 report that chilled us all.
The testimony of 16-year-old Théo, born with laryngeal malformations linked to prenatal exposure to glyphosate.
Théo and his family recount their struggle to have the evidence recognized, and to obtain compensation. It’s heartbreaking. And it’s happening now.
After watching it, we fell silent for a while. Then we said to ourselves: “We’ve got to keep talking about it. And above all, we have to keep taking action.”
And you, do you also talk about it over a tomato salad?
At Myfood, we like to have a laugh, even when the world goes to hell. But we love action even more.
This scenario can still be avoided. We talk about it. We plant. We build.
What about you? Do you also have these discussions with friends? Between colleagues? Or is it just us that the sun is beating down a little too hard?