In the year 2035 all computers will be operated by triangular flicks of the tongue. Gender swapping will be as easy and accessible as trying on a pair of trousers at the dressing room, or receiving a third trimester abortion. Instagram power users will all create content from within a psychic unimind powered by spent seed, where they will be milked and jelqed regularly by a mixture of your favorite celebrities and consumer products amalgamated into a semiotic slurry of completely desacralized "sex", all for your voyeuristic pleasures. Invisible nerve languages written on the aluminum dusted heat signature of your body will affix all human being human consciousness into a singular prayer to unknown forces before the god you currently worship attacks you and violently psychoformats you into a woman. Our increasingly designer type Veblen-coded blue blood will smell like the apotheosis of watery anatomy fused with high grade cellular electromagnetic weaponry; the tastes will be sublime, divine, precision coded vis a vis your regrettably specific palate gene-coding. IVF genetic time bombs and experimental vaccine technology will have mercifully sterilized large swathes of the population. The year is 2035; the time is now.
What will you do to save the world from the unrelenting horrors of poor dental hygiene and "Black President"?