vague projection for the not so distant future:

a world in which it had exceeded high-fashion, becoming the norm, for men and women and everyone in between and off the grid to make routine visits to the personality modification center for some fine-tweaking of their less than charming intellectual and idiosyncratic make-up. a world in which people paraded around stupid and proud of their mutant genitals, balloon size tits and farm animal dicks, prolapsed labias, unfolding like exploded cauliflower, cruelly subjected to the microwave, statuesque gods and goddesses with cut abs and high foreheads and broad pecs, a cartoon world of likable/fuckable walking advertisements, pornographic souls, fucking without purpose.