Blue Room 7, an Exposition of the Ideal Home

But now for an exposition of the Ideal Home, our house of the future, our sumptuous and foolproof livingroom. With a digression into the particulars of the adjoining alcove, called the Blue Room.
First, the aforementioned glass ceiling, really consisting of a huge overarching bubble dome I suppose of some unbreakable plastic substance which protects the groundplan of the house entire. So that from a position high in the air an onlooker could clearly see the most intimate details of our household.
The impression from below is that there is no ceiling at all, so clear and transparent is the dome. As though a giant or accident of nature had reached down and plucked off the roof at one remove. Open plan, yes very. We in this household believe in an open lifestyle and in transparency of intention. And we enquire earnestly why roofs are needed.
Second, as above mentioned, the floors and walls of all the rooms are compacted with a thick and sturdy layer of foam, like your average padded cell. One could fall quite easily from quite a height and not be injured, and the walls you can bury your face in, they are like pillows, like a welcoming bosom. Now it is rumoured that behind this layer of padding on the walls are numberless sections of circuitry and wiring, whose purpose is to constantly analyse the prevailing conditions of the house and its inhabitants via hyper-adjusted sensors, and adapt both the physical dimensions of the house and its environment, ie temperature and light-intensity, in line with these conditions.
This is a mystery to us all. In practice, the only effect we can discern is that of the commonplace sliding doors, which hiss aside as you approach, which are all over the house. The supposed intricate networks of computer circuitry that lurk in the walls are in any case inaccessible behind all the plush, beautiful padding. Like I say, a mystery to us all.
Now you might say that only lunatics need padded walls, to fling themselves against, and that only infants have need of foam-enforced flooring. But I say to you that the effect of our uniform and sterile walls, so plush and buoyant to the touch, is singularly pleasing and comforting. Perhaps the association is with the mother's womb. No sharp angles in this house, no possibility of a hard knock or a bump on the head.