I’ll probably be some kind of scientist
Building inventions in my space lab in space
I’ll end world hunger, I’ll make dolphins speak
Work through the daytime, spend my nights and weekends
Perfecting my warrior robot race
Building them one laser gun at a time
I will do my best to teach them
About life and what it’s worth
I just hope that I can keep them from destroying the Earth
H.G. Wells and Oliver Curry imagined Morlocks and Eloi. Ray Bradbury gave us dystopian book-burners. Orson Scott Card dreamed up aliens and child warriors. People have been picturing the future — for better or worse — since way back in the past. We know Dr. Curry is a fucking loon, but futurism is at best an inexact science, with plenty of room for flights of fancy. All we’ve got to go on is our best guesses, but (and I’m sure Dr. Curry, with his hydraulic-bosomed goddesses, would be the first to say so), the guesswork is awfully fun.
So lay it on me, Shapelers: what’s the future going to look like? Cyborg companions? Food in pill form? Big-breasted Barbarellas with glossy hair and cold wet noses? Do you have a vision all your own, or do you subscribe to someone else’s sci-fi scenario? Did the Jetsons get it right, or did Asimov? Or Orwell? What technological advances are going to turn our way of life on its head? Who would win a battle between the Predator and the Hypnotoad? And — the iconic lament of dissatisfied Gen-Xers — where’s my flying car?