a supermarket that is filled entirely with rows upon rows of self checkout kiosks.
a lot capable of accommodating over six dozen people as they navigate the arcane and unforgiving menus. a cacophony of instructions spoken by a machine-synthesized voice. a battallion of assistants and shrinkage prevention teams on stand-by to repeat the machine's instructions in peoplespeak for those not willing to listen.
r&d sank millions of dollars into market analysis, focus groups, surveys, consumer research and profiling, and concluded that the items for sale that should occupy the limited amount of retail space should have as broad of an appeal as possible to lure in the most customers. as such, the only thing they sell is wooden forks. some say it's the most colossal, ruthlessly efficient retail centre the world has ever seen. a powerhouse of commercialist capitalism. a modern day market for the modern person
you go in. you pick a fork. you pick a cubicle. you are flagged for a random search. they demand to see your bag and find a wooden spoon. you are promptly charged with shoplifting.