I’m laying in a luxury bed in a beautiful large room, in a fancy hotel, near the ocean and an international travel center. I have a computer on my lap, a device that’s almost a Tricorder (my iPhone) on the table next to me, and a flat screen TV across the room. I traveled here in a machine that is simple to control at high speeds, moderately inexpensive to operate, and has room for five people. I had fresh salmon for dinner last night, prepared at my order.
I live in the future. And it’s cool. Still a bit disappointed, though. I really thought I’d have that flying car by now. George Jetson, you led me on, you bumbling bastard.