Here in our own little gadget utopia, nothing comes with a manual. If it ain't obvious we think it's a design flaw. We use voice, biometrics, whatever is easier. Work for the sake of work ain't our style. We think you'll fit right in. This is your golden ticket... and don't worry... we think of everything... because we can.
The gadgets you can have nowadays are limited only by your own imagination. We have the molecular synthesisers that can make any material from the air around them built into 3D printers. Everyone around here is an inventor, a creator, and what we have here in your future, well, you'd probably call it magic.
In gadget town you'd better be packing a beefy brain, because we hold monthly contests for what's new and what we consider normal, or even subpar, would be the kind of savant that would get lynch mobbed anywhere else. So, shhh! You got the invite... we'll be in contact soon.
When your brain is fixed, that is, you can use logic and empathy in creative and solid ways to produce new ideas and keep the old ones pure, gadget creation comes next. It feels the same as play. It lulls you into thinking anyone could do what you do... but they can't... because in the same way the acrobat must train to be competent on the high wire... so did you. So, Gadget-Maker, dear Inventor, fellow creative... the future is ours to make. So, it's a good job we're so bloody nice and benevolent, eh? Unlike the other lot... bloody zombie-masters.