Scientists -- at least that's what Ludovico and I are calling ourselves these days -- are predicting that bestiality will become more prevalent in the future. Since humanity will undoubtedly devolve into just a mindless herd of fat, grunting beasts by 2169, there will obviously be no other kind of sexual intercourse (rutting) available for mankind to engage in except bestiality.
By the turn of the next century, researchers estimate that all of Earth's livestock will have either been eaten, shot, suffocated, poisoned or infected with foot-and-mouth disease and destroyed; and so all our farm and woodland friends will be spared the revolting amorous attentions of twenty-second century "man" by virtue of their fortuitous extinction. Those weird, laboratory-raised white meat clone things, however, won't be so lucky.
It is thought that the suitor of the future will look like an Orc dressed in silver basketball kit and will attempt to attract a mate by increasing the amount of noise he makes when masticating the remains of as many white-meat clones as he can cram into his swollen, expressionless face at one sitting.
(Authors note: I have just returned from an excursion to a shopping mall. I had to run through the food court in order to escape)
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