Second paragraph of third chapter:

Ricky didn’t like doctors, and he didn’t like going to the doctor’s. So today was special because even though he wasn’t coughing up goo, or sweating out vodka, or breathing like a busted whoopee cushion, Ricky was going to the doctor of his own accord, like he enjoyed going to the doctor.

By a well-known TV writer. Funny but ultimately implausible even on its own terms. The future tech works just well enough to drive the plot. You can get it here.