I've been rereading some science-fiction classics from the 50s and 60s. Boy, did they get us wrong! Where are all the flying cars and personal spaceships? And the skinny people? Maybe that's why we don't have flying cars and our own private rockets. Those vehicles would have to be twice the size envisioned by science-fiction writers half a century ago.
Now, the only futuristic promises we hear our ads that scream “buy phenphedrine for that lean look” instead of “buy Exxon plutonium for the lean trip”.
The sad thing is, years from now, we will look back on today and say, "Those were the good old days."
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