If you, like me, live in the twenty first century then you may have noticed a few things, or lack thereof.
First off I'm not even going to beat around the bush, where the devil is my jet pack? I believe I have been fundamentaly robbed of the ability to scare the hell out of people in sky scrapers or commercial airline flights.
I mean come on, it can't be just me who has noticed, but there is a distinct lack of flying vehicles to propell me too and fro at face meltingly fast speeds.
Call me bitter if you will (although I prefer cynical) but according the the future predicting programmes of yester-year, and you know who you are (*cough*) Tomorrows world (*cough*) we are supposed to be living in a technological dream world, with meals in pills and robot slaves to do our bidding, this of course an obvious prelude to the robotic uprising that would destroy all human civilisation, but then even still....hello? We would be battling robots, presumably, I would hope, with some kind of lasers.
Movies have been teasing us for years to the chrome covered, time travelling, jumpsuit wearing advantages the world of tomorrow would bring, Back to the Future 2 is set less than five years away and I still don't see any punks on hoverboards crashing into manure trucks and generally terrorising the town square.
Even a hotel on the moon would be a start, not that the beaches are any good by the sea of tranqulity mind you, but at least you could stand by the miniscule cruise-liner-esk window, raise your nose at the earth in contempt and say " Up yours Armstrong....I'm on the bloody moon too."
It's left me slightly glum. I take an optimistcally fleeting glance out of the window in the hope of seeing a flying delorian scoot by, sounding stereotypically like the car from the Jetsons....no such luck, i'll guess i'll have to stick to tarmac for now....
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