See this in your mind and hold it there, because this is the future:
You’re reclining in a dentist’s chair. You’re wearing one of those ridiculous bibs. The radio softly plays Steve Miller in the lobby. The pretty brunette dental hygienist pats your shoulder and walks out as the dentist, a tiny monkey, climbs up your chest, puts his tiny fingers into your mouth and uses a needle sharp fingernail to flip out a bit of gunk the hygienist missed between two of your molars. The monkey puts the mask on you and as he readies a syringe, the gas kicks in and you find yourself thinking “I wonder how often he cleans his kitty’s litter box?”
Remember, it all starts with a monkey on a bike.
