I love old visions of the future (which, when written, were looking just far enough ahead to tell the stories of my past); there's something delightfully pure about the world-view.
They told – generally speaking, of course – of cities filled with peace, harmony, and functioning mass transit. Where wondrous vehicles ferried dapper fops to tea-times all about the city and the industrial revolution carried us all without worry of pollution or high-level collusion or the entrenchment of a social strata or the establishment of the upper upper class.
It was all happening, and it was beautiful.
Then, somehow, the future came, and it was nothing like they pictured. Ah, well. At least we can look back on how it should have been, and, if the Consortium gets it way, it still might become.
(Also, if you love this, you'll adore this (and, by extension, this).)
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