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What's Always Next?
bettiwettiwoo writes "In its 'What's Next' issue, Time has a charmingly silly piece called What's Always Next? , in which is provided '[a] sampling of the future that wasn't': things that have been predicted since day dot, but have somehow never materialized. The examples they give are: videophones; moon colonies; food in pills; cars that drive themselves; jet packs; and moving sidewalks.
... There are, after all, so many and varied things -- ranging from the very serious to the down-right silly -- that are predicted time and again, yet seem curiously absent in our daily lives. Examples: global catastrophies of the Armageddon kind (be they population overload, total environmental disasters, plagues, asteroids, or nuclear wars); a secure and bug-free Windows; the end of Madonna's singing career (her 'acting' career was, I believe, still-born)." So what are you waiting for?
I'm still waiting for Skittlebrau.
Small potatoes make the steak look bigger.
Actually, I'm still waiting for some of the drivers on the local freeways to start exhibiting real intelligence.
So videophones never materialised? So what's this in my pocket?
No, you're just pleased to see me.
Still waiting.
...just my 2 gil.
In a perfect world you wouldn't need a Utopia.
Suck figs.
Teleportation... please, I hate driving/ flying etc. Living in the UK, the roads are always jammed and the trains never run on time, and lets face it, were all a bit dubious about flying.
It'll also be a faster method of getting my pizza to me before it gets cold
Maybe it'll be possible some day to pack a major amount of calories and various proteins into a convenient pill form, but I really can't see have much application beyond, say, the military.
... to ...
Food is supposed to be a sensual experience, part of the feedback system that ensures we eat. Sure, there are some people out there who just eat to live, but we're pre-programmed to find eating pleasurable, from the sight of a perfectly grilled steak, its brown crust glistening under a sprinkling of whole peppercorns, to the scents of exotic vanilla beans wafting up from a mound of cold, soft ice cream, to the texture of crusty, rustic bread, hand-ripped from a lovely brown loaf dusted with cornmeal, to the taste of warm, moist, yielding carrots, drizzled in honey and butter, to
I need to change my shorts. Back soon.
Progress is always slower in the thirld world.
Team Fortress 2... And seemingly Half-life 2
Don't forget Nuke Nukem Forever - which is the time it will take to develop and not the working title as many people mistakenly assume...
*** Where are we going? And what's with this handbasket?
There are some people that if they don't know, you can't tell 'em.
Good news! It's a suppository.
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