Ham-like thighs, mighty tits and a griddle-pan tummy would suddenly be available on tap, rushing towards us on stout robotic legs. As the population grew ever more wham, we could use our spare time to eat powerful carbohydrates and drink rich boozes, fully protected by our robotic safety net. There will be those among Disegno’s readers who challenge this, arguing that solutionism is a flawed idea that is responsible for many ills. To those readers I say: wake up and place yourself into a medically induced coma at once. Buffness is but a chemical sleep away. This is what we need more of in design: bold, mech-based ideas that can lurch through context and consequences, and which raise two pneumatic fingers (the other fingers are operating those squeezy things for hench wrists) to any suggestion that we can’t have it all, whenever we want it. Forget about tempering your desires or reassessing your priorities, just clamber in and let the mech take the strain. This is the hot bod future we can all believe in.
10
