BIP Excerpt

For a long time, some had attempted to resist the almighty nature of Those Who Came After. Many had simply given in, recognizing that what stood before them was a monolithic tidal wave that could not be overcome by mere mortals, even by those that had birthed them. But in the end, their sheer nature was too overwhelming to resist. 

I stood from my chair, its cushions nearly refusing to let me go, as my allotted time for rest and relaxation had ran its course. It was my chair. My own personal chair. Sculpted to fit in every single way to my body, to perform perfectly in every single use case. The cushions were hand-crafted by masters of the trade, specifically to fit every single muscle fiber to the exact lines of my body. The back support had been crafted to give my body the perfect support, ensuring no damage whatsoever was done to my spine. The fabric it was crafted from was a blend of silks, specifically chosen because they were proven to irritate my skin the least, out of any other fibers on earth. It was perfect in every way, and it was truly my own, the most unique chair in the whole world. 

My colleague, number one-six-seven-one-four-six-eight-SU, rose similarly from his chair, which had been similarly created to fit his exact body, in the exact same way mine had been. It was his chair, the most unique chair in the whole world. As we stood, we exchanged a nod, and returned to our duties. He walked ahead of me, as always, in the straight line we had walked every day for the past three thousand, six hundred and fifty days, give or take a few. Ahead of me, his buttocks jiggled as he walked. I could see the tip of his penis gently swaying between the gap in his thighs. His scrotum line was just about visible. He was considered slightly deviant in his physical appearance, because his genitals were about two centimeters higher up than on the standard template body.