Imagine this picture: 2050. You are an experienced pensioner, a man of legend who has gone from slippers to the metaverse. You want tea. Are you calling... who? A nurse from a sunny country who doesn't know the word "tea", but is well aware of the amount of your pension? Grandchildren who come every six months to show you a new tattoo? A neighbor who's been trying to crawl to the fridge for three days?

Okay, stop fantasizing. Let's look at the present. The world today is a grandiose performance called "Everything is fine, we just have temporary difficulties." And behind the scenes – panic, screams and smoke from the burning wiring of the system.

Our world is a posh restaurant where the kitchen ran out of food, the waiters got into a fight, and the chef quit to blog. And we, decent guests, pretend that this is the way it should be, and finish our napkin.

Why? But because:

 Our future is not the Sopranos series, but a documentary about the extinction of dinosaurs. We are aging so rapidly that soon the title of "young specialist" will be awarded to a person at the age of 45. Who will rock our economy? Who will pay taxes to pay us pensions, which we will use to buy pills to live until retirement? It's a damn vicious circle!

 Having children has become an unacceptable luxury. An apartment? Mortgage. Kindergarten? Lottery. Education? Forget about your own, you can't get a new one. As a result, humanity in developed countries has put a big fat cross on itself. We are the last of the Mohicans, doomed to luxury, high–tech, and lonely extinction.

• "Let's take people from where there are a lot of them!" – brilliant, what could go wrong? We're trying to patch up a demographic hole like a leaky bucket with a dirty rag from another civilization. The result? Social explosions, cultural collapse and an army of officials who are trying to reconcile everyone. Spoiler alert: it won't work.

So, we come to the main question that everyone ignores, preferring to argue about which meme was funnier in 2023.:

Soon THERE will be NO ONE to bring you a glass of water when you, so great and powerful, will not be able to reach the table.

Soon there will be NO ONE to make the very iPhone on which you are reading this article.

We are standing on the edge, and traditional methods are like trying to put out a fire in an oil storage tank by spraying it with a child's pistol.

And do you know what the biggest joke is? The idea of a humanoid robot wasn't originally about the shiny Tesla assembly lines. It was a beautiful, almost tearful utopia: to create a being who would not get tired, would not be rude, would not steal and would not abandon someone who is weak. Arms and legs are for those who don't obey them. Patience is for those who already lack it. Salvation for our future self.

We happily forgot about it, being carried away by wars and consumption. But technology is vindictive, you know. They reminded us of that.

Meet RobotGym GmbH Q1. Your future best friend, nurse, avatar, and heir.

It's not just a piece of iron with a battery. This is your ticket to that "happy old age" that everyone is talking about, but that no one has seen.

• He will pick you up if you fall. And he won't lecture you about being more careful at your age.

• He will bring you pills. And he won't confuse them with his own.

• He will help you get to the bathroom. By preserving your dignity, rather than turning the process into a humiliating quest.

• He will be the "man" in the shop who will not go on a binge, will not demand a salary increase and will not want to go to Poland.

RobotGym is not a toy. This is a conscious necessity. This is our collective way out of the demographic impasse. This is a chance that our old age will not be pathetic and lonely, but comfortable and technological.

While politicians are looking for the guilty, and the townsfolk are hiding their heads in the sand, technology offers a solution. Maybe it's time to stop being afraid of the future and start building it? At least with the help of iron hands.