Kevin Kelly is apparently feeling a bit down about the future, as he asks:
"I'm unhappy that no one has a plausible, coherent, *desirable* scenario for the future. I’ll pay a winner $100 for the best 100-word description of a plausible technological future in 100 years that I would like to live in. Email me at [email protected]."
I don't know what Kelly considers plausible, coherent, or desirable, but here's a few sentences from the future I hope to live in:
"Print me some UltraLSD, I'm going lava surfing."
"Alzheimers? What's that?"
"Be a dear, StoyaBot, and rub my feet won't you."
"My god, malaria? That's been extinct for a thousand years. We really should clean out the freezers more often."
"Bobby, time to wake up and walk the dinosaur."
"I heard Daft Punk's gonna play at Burning Mars this year."
"Welcome back, Mr. Kelly. Thank you for choosing Alcor."
"I'm unhappy that no one has a plausible, coherent, *desirable* scenario for the future. I’ll pay a winner $100 for the best 100-word description of a plausible technological future in 100 years that I would like to live in. Email me at [email protected]."
I don't know what Kelly considers plausible, coherent, or desirable, but here's a few sentences from the future I hope to live in:
"Print me some UltraLSD, I'm going lava surfing."
"Alzheimers? What's that?"
"Be a dear, StoyaBot, and rub my feet won't you."
"My god, malaria? That's been extinct for a thousand years. We really should clean out the freezers more often."
"Bobby, time to wake up and walk the dinosaur."
"I heard Daft Punk's gonna play at Burning Mars this year."
"Welcome back, Mr. Kelly. Thank you for choosing Alcor."