When I was born, the violation rates were almost nil, and the other society's problems had been solved with a perfect categorization system, among other artifacts.

We all have a layer of artificial skin on top of our natural skin that allows us to keep records of vital signs, analysis of minor damages, etc.

The categorization works through a series of symbols that appear on that skin, and indicate us if we should distance ourselves from some potential social risk. It is like a magnetic force that keeps you away from a low class depraved, or that warns you before having an intercourse an HIV patient.

The new transformation of the textile industry allowed our current reality to be possible by merging with some other fields. Even in buildings and some other material resources, the implementation of intelligent fibers is used to monitor body damage, and make proper interventions.

Fashion is now pure body expression with a little bit of inks, and precious stones. And the world lives safe from the climatic changes that can damage them thanks to the super dome that covers the city and synchronizes our skins with its environmental temperature regulator.

The only problem that persists is hypocrisy. It can be felt in the air exhaled by the prudish bodies that don't stop pointing at me. And that's probably the only mistake that Mr. Naked made. He was naive enough to ignore the error in our real nature: arrogance.