In the not so distant future, when all of our planet's natural fauna and flora have been drained extinct and the earth's surface is just one big dusty gord, we'll have all kinds of sprawling neon metropoli that glow, blink, sparkle, jack beats and pump bass round the clock for trillions of bright, bobbing faux-fur clad people. Society will teem amidst holographic dada sculptures digitally smeared into every possible square millimeter of available space. Everywhere you look you'll see a visual assault of projected commercials advertising disoriented sounds, surreal images, and hazy correlations to indiscernible products and peculiar merchandise. Visual real state will simply be too expensive to see anything for free. Our optic video-bit implants will scan every image we cast gaze upon and deduct neuro-credits from bio-linked accounts that continually monitor trends in our sight purchasing. The only official "gaze-free" zones that will not be buzzing with the loud and frenetic mishmash of media will be small and lampy fluorescent "rest" sectors. Only in these tranquil shop corners of civilization, where the dusty din of desperation dulls to a low hum will you be capable of resting your eyes, clearing your mind, and focusing once again on procuring your next delicious batch of cute and fuzzy brain pellets guaranteed to electrically revamp the pep in your step, the flash in your mask, and the stroll in your soul that lets you stay up forever as THE buggy, blissed-out sex zombie that human evolution intended... We've seen to it.