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A smug scientist is pushed to his limits when his domestic goddess wife gets the nuclear fear and can no longer see the point in doing her chores. Progress collides with primal instinct when Wifey's worries prove world-shatteringly accurate.

INSPIRATION

"Future films is a €billion industry pie, and L'Institute Zoom wanted a bite. Utilising contacts from the former polytechnics of Liverpool and Manchester, the Institute’s eggheads were able to source the remarkable piece of televisual future-history "Pilot For A 22nd Century Sitcom" using just a coal-powered internet connection, the quasi-telekinetic powers of so-called producer/editor Debbie Steer and Al-Qaeda's infamous "misplaced" blueprints for a 2-D Quantum Propaganda engine. The trick was: turn the blueprint 35° to the right, you've got a televisual time machine. Why we can tell you this? The Institute incinerated the plans.

Did the Institute accidentally chew off a rotten piece of pie-cake? It's true they have no further plans to delve so far into the future for the sake of a contemporary audience's fascination. "We weren't looking for some 'sitcom'," explains Cole. "We yanked back barely five minutes of footage. The colours are insipid, and look at the actors' stupid faces - they're clearly cretins. Do future people like this rubbish? Of course they do - they're your descendants, moron."

Instead, the plucky Northern unit will be looking into 'short-term' futures. "'Sitcom' is from a hundred and seven years in the future. We're already getting more substantial results by looking ahead just a few years to 2012. There's some pretty rancid tele-caca coming up. And the films - they tell truths we never thought we'd admit to ourselves. The shit's really going to hit the socio-fan in the next half decade. A lot of what you see around you and take for granted is going to crumble away. Many of our worst nightmares are in fact backwards déjà vues of the dreambrain. I'm going to enjoy watching your tiny terrified faces."