Their offices look nothing like the sterile examination rooms your great-grandparents remember. No cold metal tables covered in crinkly paper. No posters warning about cholesterol or the dangers of smoking (everyone quit that habit around 2092 when the nanobots started sending passive-aggressive lung-capacity reports). Instead, the modern doctor’s suite is a softly lit lounge: ergonomic recliners upholstered in adaptive memory foam that reads your posture and gently corrects it, ambient soundscapes that shift from forest rain to Tibetan bowls depending on your heart-rate variability,
