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For generations of men, using a public restroom meant following an unspoken code. Eyes forward. No small talk. And under absolutely no circumstances do you acknowledge the existence of the giant stainless steel trough running along the wall like a livestock watering station at the county fair.

We have all survived at least one stadium bathroom where fifty men stood shoulder-to-shoulder in complete silence, pretending they were alone in the woods. It was less “restroom” and more “group project nobody volunteered for.”

Now comes the future. Someone used A.I. to redesign the men’s room by placing individual urinals between toilet stalls. In theory, every guy gets more privacy. In reality, it looks like the architect lost a bet with IKEA.

The internet immediately split into factions. One side says it’s genius. More privacy. Fewer awkward shoulder glances. No accidental eye contact with a stranger while your pants are unzipped.

The other side raised an important concern: proximity to the poop zone.

Because apparently, men are willing to sacrifice some dignity if it means staying at least three urinals away from whatever biological warfare is happening inside Stall Three.

Still, the design does solve some problems. The stall walls go all the way to the floor, which feels less like a hostage negotiation and more like actual privacy. That alone might qualify this thing for a Nobel Prize in Bathroom Engineering.

Honestly, public restrooms have become one of society’s strangest balancing acts: “How do we make this less uncomfortable without spending seven million dollars on plumbing?”

A.I. may not take over the world anytime soon. But apparently it has started with the men’s room.

Doug O’Brien