After getting home from work through my inter-dimensional transport through which I travel to Mars everyday to mine for the special mars gas that makes such travel possible, my robot dog comes running at me with his metal tail wagging and its almost realistic voice yapping away First it tells me that i smell good, then that it’s hungry. I sit down in my floating chair and close my eyelids to watch some TV (because by now most certainly we will be able to install screens into our eyelids and at the very least receive basic cable).
I’m considering taking another flight to the moon, but I’ve done that so many times it’s almost mundane, and is really touristy now anyway. I’m considering the less frequented but more reference-prone Journey to the Center of the Earth which opened last week. But who knows? Maybe I’ll just go into my gaming room (an empty, white room that will transform into a computer game and that I will interact with).
Why am I imagining my possibilities for the next five years? It’s a cliched interview question to ask “Where do you see yourself in the next five years?” Anyone who would tell me: “But that’s ridiculous!” I would promptly ask why is it ridiculous to be optimistic about the future? Sure there’s a limit to it, but…should there be? If there are young people today who are too optimistic then I believe we’re heading in the right direction Attitude plays a bigger role than the depressing, soul-crushing numbers that will be spouted at you on the news. So chill out. Don’t bother worrying about things you have no control over. It’s a well known fact that throughout history people have imagined the past to be a golden time, and the future to be full of dreadful possibilities. Owen Wilson will teach you that in Midnight in Paris.
Besides, the economy and government won’t be a problem by 2018, given that the robots will have taken over by then and promptly fixed all of our human errors.