We have likely evolved past caring that we have legs. →[More:]Verily, we are bags of flesh and, increasingly, it is only several pounds of grey matter that *ahem* matter, so why do we constantly pay tribute to our fleshy under-appendages, as if cellulite nether-flappings had the power to define the destiny and contrain the fate of labyrinthine lumps of neuro-tissue. It's come down to war, ye lumps-of-several-kinds-of-tissue. Pick sides now!!
On the more free-thinking side of the aisle, I give you: the standing-room-only concept from Airbus.
And may I be the first to say, for the love of having legs and an ass that looks good:
WHAT IS WRONG WITH *ANY* OF YOU???