In a time long after the rusting of the last machine, when iron and circuitry has faded into myth, a new organism emerges — not a flesh-bound being of nature, nor as the cyborgs of sci-fi movies past, but as something far stranger.

We are the 'Plastekkins' now: synthetic hybrids, molded in polyethylene, reinforced with ABS dreams, and held together by zip ties, and the stubborn hope that maybe, just maybe...we aren't now more plastic than human.

Once human, now stackable. Weather-resistant. Dishwasher safe.

This folks… is the age of plastic.