When I was in sixth grade the teacher asked us to imagine what life would be like in the year two thousand. We all talked about flying cars and robots and eating meals that were just pills and not having to work and teleportation.
On New Year's Eve in 1999 I laid on the grass in my backyard and looked up at the moon. There were no flying cars, or robots, or teleportation. The sounds of people celebrating sounded exactly like they had before. The smell of the grass was… Continue
Posted on April 29, 2010 at 4:59am