I was talking with one of my boys about how unsatisfactory the current year is – how we got the wrong future. Bruce Jenner instead of flying cars. The wrong Solar System too – no advanced but declining humanoid civilization on Mars, no jungle princesses wearing fur bikinis on Venus. Then I talked about a book by James Blish set in 2018, where we’re building a Bridge on Jupiter, out of frozen ammonia and Ice-7 and other materials frequently found in the Jovian aisle at Home Depot – with the aim of doing some weird gravitational experiment. We get the key data, let the Bridge disintegrate, and before you know it faster-than-light ships are buzzing around all the nearby star systems.
So I was bitching about 2018. Then Ben pointed out that there were still more than nine months left in the year.