The year is 2031. You are escorted to your table and given the finest plastic cutlery and cottonelle diaper wipes. You check your diaper with your bluetooth app and all appears to be fine; 75% load capacity. A plate is brought out. On the plate is the hand of a orang-otang.
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Little of this matters to you. Most of your life is spent walking between the tube connecting this food room to your sleep cell. The days pass quickly enough, with you and your clones getting on like a bunch of tonsured monks or old maids. You suppose you've discovered happiness
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Hehe! Reminds me of J.M. Greer's "Retropia" set in 2065, the east coast continued along w/ current neoliberal trends, inequality, people wear flimsy bioplastic clothes... the interior republic has shifted back to localism & retro-technologies...https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/33258426-retrotopia …
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I’ll have to check that out ... do the work
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Do we at least have flying cars?! I need flying cars to escape this dystopia by inputting "Alert, Canada" as destination and taking a nap while I careen toward the (now balmy) Arctic
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No, you simply move through a tube between two rooms. Diapers drop in through a hole at the top of your sleep chamber and are disposed of through a hole in the floor. You offend no one
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hmm i should learn how to make fursuits, that sounds like a growth industry
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Yes indeed, get to knitting the true skin
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