The future is now
My science fiction reading has woefully left me unprepared for the future. There is no elegant colony on the moon. There is no myriad of alien races to interact with. I have yet to jack in.
As far as I am concerned, the future has hit, and it is now. And it is weird.
I just listened to a Tuvan throat singer, presumably from siberia, sing “House of the Rising Sun.” And then I watched one of the groups videos. You have to be deeply high to make that kind of stuff. High on Globalization and the future.
And so I look back and say “Scifi authors, you just weren’t weird enough! Rudy Rucker, you’ve got to TRY HARDER.”