Well, dear and patient reader, now I can’t think of anything else. So consider this tale accomplished, until further notice.
Still, TROPH’s miracles hadn’t yet penetrated to all parts of the world. Traditionalism held on in more backward cultures, and it was now as much of a shock to visit one of those dark, sensual places as it had been in the era of European exploration. Younger visitors—who took their standard pills with them and temporarily discarded their biofeedback devices—were amazed at the human chaos in these locales. There was so much variation in body size, and there were so many more problems with health and sanitation. Why would anyone choose to live this way? People either here or abroad who voluntarily kept their natural gustatory activities and organs intact (Americans and Brits often electing for a cosmetic anal reduction surgery, since the amount of waste expelled tended to be drastically reduced) were seen by the still-puritanical American populace as embracing an almost sexual perversion of gourmandism. The US government had partnered with TROPH a couple of years ago to bring the system in as a form of aid to Bangladesh, which was suffering from simultaneous famine and mismanagement, but the Bangladeshis had, as a proud and unified people, rejected TROPH’s incredibly kind offer. This was a shock to the government and the company, and had made relations in the region even more convoluted.
Josep was jerked back into his train of thought, and obediently sat up straight in his chair. He had a habit of slumping forward when lost in thought, and his devices, concerned he might suffer from back pain after years of consistent poor posture, had given him a mild corrective jolt of heat. This sort of treatment, the direct punishment and reward doled out by your very living quarters, was a little too much for most people. But he figured it took the guesswork out of things like that, and hey, it wasn’t 2030 anymore, right?