Scan your tomatoes, travel at Mach 20 and put your phone in your brain.
We'll taste our movies and burn our trash, but we'll all be made of broccoli. Yet a trip to Jupiter will take our mind off it.
We all share Internet, power and brains, but how long now will be really smelly and social.
We won't die, and we won't have nay land, but we'll all be experts
Bioluminescent spots running down your back with billboards.
Textbooks are free, hydroponic farmers grow in our cities, and computers become Gods.
Humans grow the eff up, get happy, replace our body parts and get happy.