I think most of the sporting fraternity would readily admit that they’re waiting on only two pieces of technology. Surely a lighter over and under would be a delight to own – as would a nine foot fly rod that could throw itself, but if you really want their research priorities it would boil down to the Star Trek broach – that you slap when you tell Scotty to beam you up, or the “Earl Grey, hot” matter-transmuter that Picard uses to summon hot tea and old Hardy reels …
We’ll have to wait a bit longer to be atomized and reassembled, but the burgeoning field of “3D Printing” should have the capability to crap solid objects out of the ether …
… so long as there’s plenty of “ink” in your printer, maybe even a fly rod or two …
As we’ve already got our expectations for junk food flavor set as low as possible, you can imagine how Madison Ave will insist on your 9 PM telly being dominated by flavorful and steaming, lush rich colors – and while your forebrain will warn you as you swipe the debit card through your computer, it’ll be too late.
… the flaccid, greasy, thing is already winging its way to you, burping itself into your outstretched hand …
It’ll be a bold new world when you press the “Dozen Adam’s” key … and I’ll be glad I’m able to skip the sodden result …
Pump out the sixth finger faster than any kid in China could dream.