In an age where we can get almost anything we want when we want it, it’s no surprise that instant 3D printing has taken off. Need a firearm for the apocalypse? Print it at home. Looking to escape in a getaway vehicle? Grow-a-jet-engine (and hope you have a piloting license). Searching for spare parts on the front lines of war? Try the backpack-sized printer, a work-in-progress for the US Army.
So it was only a matter of time before this cutting-edge technology was applied to something really important: Creating tiny 3D figurines of yourself because… well, just because you can. Use them as cake toppers, personalized new-age Polly Pockets or take a photo of yourself holding a miniature version of yourself, Inception-style. Whatever you plan to do with them, you will first have to undergo a 15-minute body scan with a handheld scanner, during which you must stay completely still. The finished product: a plastic figurine that looks just like you.
In Tokyo, Omote3D offers full-body figurines starting at $209 for a 10 cm model, rising to $415 for the 20 cm version—a big price for a little guy. For a cheaper option, visit New York’s MakerBot store and print out a brightly-colored bust of your own head for the bargain price of $25. If you’re looking for a mail-in mini-me, upload front and profile shots of your face to Firebox and they will send you back a tiny head. And while the tech website expects you’ll have big plans for your little gem, the creators recommend that you keep deep sea dives and outdoor activities to a minimum: “Please avoid washing, sucking, taking them out the rain or making them swim in the bath.” Noted.
For more: Read “Print yourself: the rise of the 3D photo booth” on The Guardian
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