Having read several threads on the board lamenting how we still don’t have jetpacks, teleportation, etc., I thought I’d start a thread about why we should be thankful that Science Fiction got the future wrong.
1.) I didn’t spend my thirtieth birthday running from a bunch of youth obsessed teenagers in bad seventies haircuts.
2.) I don’t dress in goofy jumpsuits like this guy or deal with a robot “helper” who does nothing other than waddle around saying “beedybeedybeedy”.
3.) My breakfast cereal is still people free.
4.) Although my windows based computer may be evil, it’s never tried to kill me.
5.) The zombie plague never happened.
6.) No matter how bad the Mexican food I ate for lunch gives me heartburn, I can rest easy knowing that an alien is not going to burst from my chest and kill my co-workers.
7.) And above all, I’m thankful that I don’t have to fight some dude whose wearing ass-less pants and football pads every every time I stop for gas.
People are bad enough driving cars in essentially two dimensions. The prospect of people driving flying cars while yakking on the phone is frightening.
Well I’m sure glad that Ray Bradbury’s Farenheit 451 was way off the mark. Just imagine a world in which it’s completely normal to have enormous wall-covering television sets in every room, and a population who are addicted to mindless fluff television shows, and who ignore the urgent pressing issues that exist in the real world…
Oh wait a minute…
I’m not worried about my girlfriend being a replicant.
Even though I shave my head, I’m not given drugs that supress my sex drive & help me focus on my job…wait a minute, I think that part has come true for a lot of people…
I don’t live on the Exxon Valdez with Dennis Hopper as my skipper.
I probably won’t date a 25 year old Geena Davis, but I’m not going to turn into a half-fly/half-man due to a transporter accident.
I don’t have to run from DAMN DIRTY APES!