IT'S 2032. DR. FAUCI'S CLONE IS PRESIDENT. I'M THE LAST MAN WORKING OUTSIDE THE HOME, SCAVENGING THE WORLD FOR PHONES, GAS, AND GENERATORS, ALL OF WHICH SUPPORTS THE WORLD'S SOLE SURVIVING INDUSTRY: WEBCAM "MODELS." I HAVE 96 GIRLFRIENDS BUT ONLY BECAUSE WHEN I ASK A WOMAN OUT, SHE KNOWS I MEAN "OUT." I'M RICH, BUT CASH IS ONLY USED AS TP. THIS IS MY STORY.