As a child I watched Elroy Jetson with a certain bemusement, flitting about in
his jet pack, popping food pills, and relying on Rosy the Robot to keep his room
clean. Likewise in Disney World's Tomorrowland I gazed in amazement at what was
once envisione d for our future. Monorails and jet packs were just the
optimistic incarnations of that Cold war futurism — but in science fiction
particularly we find the more sinister predictions. Luminaries such as Bradbury,
Roddenberry, and Gibson penned tales of continuing exploitation of all that
humanity might invent. While their tales were scoffed at or ignored by the
masses, especially when the Cold War ended with fall-out-free winters, the days
of past present may be returning to the present future.