Mhmmm

d be lying if i said i wasn’t scared.

scared of what though ? of being found dishonest. of being humiliated. of having to be public.

So Asimov writes about robots, and is a brilliant sci fi writer. But what i found was, while reading his stuff, and indeed while reading others….is, while they are able to predict and prophesy all kinds of yet to be futuristic advances, they at the same time show an incredible vacuum in parts of their brains.

Like, asimov writes a story about cars in the future – his future – where they can all drive themselves! what’s annoying is he says the cars are running on petrol (gas). what the fuck ? In other stories by other writers i read about some advanced computer whose internal guts is made up of glass valves like tellies from the 70s. Get out! what a juxtaposition of predictions. couldn’t the author even imagine battery power being a thing in the future? Doesn’t the pollution in the world make a writer think about alternatives to petrol ? Doesn’t microscopic technology flash through a scientific creator’s mind of the past? Make everything tiny! Like the incredible shrinking man. what am i trying to say? – what i am trying to say is – i am intrigued by the weird lack of imagination of a future which is advanced in many other ways.

Does that necessarily mean the author lacks imagination? is the writer at fault because he does not give an accurate vision of my current present?

I guess an infinite numbers of futures exist, as much as any future exists. For future does not exist.