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So for those of you who stay current on the ‘evolution’ of our species and the impact nanotechnology and robotics will play in our future biology you will have no doubt heard all of this before. For the rest of you, and let’s be honest by “the rest of you” I mean you, it might come as a bit of a surprise. I mean no offense by that last sentence but chances are that if you’re reading this you’re not very bright. I mean, if you were highly intelligent would you really be reading this? No. Blogs are for the dull and dimwitted. Sorry but it’s true. Same can be said about those who write blogs so we’re in the same boat. I wish we were both more intelligent but what can you do? Not much… it’s all genetics.

Well not much now… but soon it will be a different story. But that’s not the point of this. The point is to revel in the upcoming confusion and angst that technology will provide us. In the not too distant future nanotechnology will allow us to modify how we look. Really. We will appear physically however we want at any given time.

Let that sink in.

After a popular movie there will be thousands of Matthew McConaugheys walking around. But then comes the panoply of existential risks involved with this technology. I will avoid the real heavy stuff and focus on the superficial. Will anyone just look how they look? If not… will you be looking like you do for yourself or others? Is it farfetched to see a man angry at his girlfriend because she left home in her Bs when she knows he likes her with bigger tits?

Now comes the better part. Not only can you appear how you want… you can, with the help of a little processor behind your eyeballs, make everyone else appear how you want them to. Boyfriend too fat? No problem, just make him look like you want him to. Pow! You’re sleeping with Brad Pitt.

So we’ll live in a world where anyone can look exactly how they want and make everyone else look how they want. On a date you’ll have to ask “Is that really you?”… that is if you even care. Will anyone care if they can make their date look however they want anyway? At some point you’ll have to ask “Are you looking at the real me?” How many arguments will be started with “Do you even know what I really look like?! I want you to see me the way I want you to see me and not the way you want to see me! Is that so wrong?”

You won’t go to a salon. You’ll download the newest hair and facial features. A girl might end up mad at you because she suspects you’re not even looking at the her with new eyebrows because she knows you already see her in your usual maid/nurse/cheerleader outfits.

Sex… holy crap. Foot long dongs and virginal vaginas will be the norm. Will anyone long for imperfections and poor performance?  Doubtful.  Maybe it will all swing full circle and girls who fuck “natural” will be all the rage. Or maybe the guys will just say that and image them perfect anyway to be ‘hip’.

If you walk down the street and see an ugly guy you’ll have to wonder if it’s just an ugly guy who is self-confident or a good-looking guy who wants to be loved for who he is… or a cheap guy that won’t spring for the $25.95 George Clooney package at the local AppearenceMart. Talk about head games!

This will happen. It is coming. Every sensory organ we use to interact with your environment will be totally at your discretion. Someone farts? Mmmmm cinnamon rolls! What you see, what you touch… even what you remember will all be in this biological coalescence of flesh, bone and nanotechnology. You will instantly have access to every known piece of literature, scientific fact and, of course, porn via a wireless connection in your head. Don’t know something? Just Google it in your mind. We will be the science fiction we talk about now. We will live out the triumphs and the horror stories. But back to our bodies.

Myself I think I’d stay with the trainwreck that is my current body. I’m lazy like that. If she doesn’t want to see it, and no one could blame her for that, let her pick what I look like. On the other hand I have to confess I doubt I’d ever bang the same girl twice however many times I banged her.

A society of doppelgangers. Shape shifters created by convenience and trends instead of the demands of natural selection. Personality would then dictate who is hot and who is not and the Paris Hiltons’ of the world would be exposed for the vapid waste of DNA they are. Nerds like myself would rule!  lol  Ok, I’ll take it down a notch… but do you really think the boys in the lab, if left to decide what is considered attractive for generations to come in our culture, aren’t going to make damn sure that Scientific American becomes the new Playgirl?

If we think tattoos and Mohawks are ‘rebellious’ just imagine what might take their place if we can choose any skin color, texture or shape. Some guy at the supermarket pisses you off, show him your new “Fuck Off Jerry” rash on your forehead. Want to show a girl that you like her dress… have your 19″ erection tear through your pants like a pink Incredible Hulk.

Just imagine a physically level playing field in a society that is obsessed with looks. I’m sure it will all be rolled out the day after I die.