You know what would be the best thing ever? Virtual sex. So long as “virtual sex” means sex with Sandra Bullock in virtual reality. None of that rubber vagina crap. We’ll put on the headsets, visors or whatever didgeridoos are used on the movie set of Demolition Man and go at it. Except, we won’t get physical. Fluid transfer is gross.
Now, if “virtual sex” means devices like the RealTouch, forget it. I’d rather get shot up by Wesley Snipes after finishing a gordita at Taco Bell.