Are you sure? I look at the way many teenage girls dress lately, and I think we’re not so far off.
There have already been two separate posts by as many moderators telling everyone to quit with the hijacks, Clothahump. Maybe you missed them, I dunno, but considering you’ve responded in his Pit thread, you already knew there was a better place to work out your issues with BrainGlutton’s posts.
At this point all you’ve done is gather yourself a warning. Any further comments about the hijack(s) can be made in the Pit, or not at all.
Great point, FlightlessBird, Lots of fasicnating predictions. However, it doesn’t completely suck. It ends abruptly, and is very distopian. The novel was written in the 1890’s but not published until 1994. This is a result of it being a sort of “lost novel” as Verne’s publisher refused to go forward with it. It’s very dark and cynical. I feel Verne might have been trying something different and maybe a little more polishing would have helped. Personally I enjoyed it. If n for no other reason as a curiousity.
Well, yeah, isn’t that what every prediction being discussed in this thread is?
Incidentally, I was mistaken – Robert J. Sawyer actually predicted that the next pope would be named “Pope Benedict XVI” in two books, The Terminal Experiment and Flashforward. The latter book is about people glimpsing the future, which of course led to people jokingly asking if perhaps he’d had a “flash forward” himself.
Regarding how the name was picked, when asked “Was ‘Benedict’ a random choice on your part or did you do some kind of best-guess analysis?”, Rob himself said:
“I looked at all the names of previous Popes, read a bit about the people who had taken those names in the past, and made a choice that seemed fitting.”
Nigel Kneale wrote about reality TV with a psychopath used to boost ratings towards the end, all the way back in 1968.
I haven’t read Farenheit 451 in a long, long time, but I remember the tech (if not the political point of the book) being pretty good - my parents have a TV that does pretty much take up their whole wall, even if it isn’t immersive if they put two up. And there’s ear buds. And the experience of interstate travel where grass is a green blur.
I think Dune resonates most with me–esp. when you’re talking about impoverishered desert-dwellers who are able to bring the universe’s greatest war machine to a grinding halt. “He who can destroy a thing controls a thing.”
No giant worms yet, though. Or Holtzmann effects.
In 1900, a much smaller portion of the population went to high school than does today. A child who didn’t show academic aptitude would drift into a job or apprenticeship. So if anything, a more-difficult 1900 high school test is proof that we have made progess (in making education universal).
I always thought Orwell was very prescient with that boot-crushing-face line: not that government would turn sadistic, but in the way the public seems to have renewed, even increased, its ancient desire for bloodlust in the years since 1984 was published.
Imagine going back to 1948 and pitching shows like Fear Factor to network execs.
One of the most striking but little-noted example was the description of the “upgrade treadmill” business model in Asimov’s story “Profession”:
I’m also reminded of Robert Silverberg’s story “The Pain Peddlers”.
Kurt Vonnegut’s Player Piano (1952) made exactly that prediction. Like most “eerily prescient” descriptions of the future, it was a description of the present, blown up slightly. (The microwave oven was invented shortly after the second world war.)
The main premise of Player Piano is a fairly accurate bit of futurism for the exact same reason. (Mechanisation simultaneously easing labour and making technical marvels relatively accessible, while reducing the need for labour devalues it to the point that the gap between menial labour vs. technical skills and management increases to the point that class boundaries are nearly impermeable.)
Futurist works that slightly exaggerate an emergent situation and project it into the future have a much better chance of keeping some verisimilitude as the decades pass.
Has this one been mentioned yet? Arthur C. Clarke’s 1960 short story “I Remember Babylon” predicted the advent of anything-goes TV. In fact, Clarke was being too timid. He expected the raw-sex-and-violence programming would have to be broadcast into the U.S. by satellite from another country, to evade content regulations. What would he say about the stuff we produce right here?
“What does he say?” might be a better question . . . It’s so easy to forget that Clarke is still alive . . .
Oh, I’m perfectly aware of that, and I hope rather than believe that RAH was wrong about the Balkanization of North America.
He was wrong. What divides our society today is primarily class, cultural and ethnic differences, not regional differences. After all, most people have relatives living in other states. Many – most, perhaps – will not die in the same state where they were born and raised. And the higher you are in the social scale, the less likely you are to be attached to one place.
Regarding the above – from The Next American Nation, by Michael Lind:
Arthur C. Clarke’s The Naked Sun has a society (The Solarians?) who shun personal contact and communicate though long ditance visual (holographic I think) communication. They never leave their houses. I was thinking about how nowadays so many people have formed relationships and such virtually. not by leaving their houses and meeting people but by online chats, messageboards and video conferencing.
In Islands in the Net, Bruce Sterling envisioned a society where some people have taken vegetarianism to the next level: Eating plants is unhealthy! Plants are full of natural insecticides! How can that be healthy for you or me?! So they won’t eat anything but “scop” – single-celled organic protein, grown in vats.
That hasn’t happened yet, but it wouldn’t surprise me. If the Breatharians can get a following . . .
In fact, it might not be such a bad thing if it did happen. Production of scop would have the lowest environmental impact of any food you can name.
[the simpsons]
LISA: I’m a vegetarian!
HUNKY HIPPIE-BOY: Well, that’s a start! I’m a Stage-Three Vegetarian! I won’t eat anything that casts a shadow!
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Sounds a lot like E.M Forster’s “The Machine Stops.”
Wrong writer: The Naked Sun is by Asimov, not Clarke.