At 28 years old, I’m still a relatively young person, but old enough to have seen significant changes. This past weekend, returning from Houston, I started noticing all the “cool stuff” that might have been out of sci-fi novels of old. Kiosks allow you to check-in and get your boarding pass without having to interact with a human. And they have moving walkways that are pretty nifty.
Besides that, there’s plenty of other everyday stuff: Instead of businessmen carrying briefcases full of paper, we carry computers. (I remember the days when my dad had a briefcase as a symbol of work. As the next generation, I have a laptop.) We have big-screen, flat TV’s at home. There’s Wikipedia, which is something like the Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy. You, as a civilian, can now make reservations for sub-orbital flight. With GPS, a machine in your car can tell you exactly how to get to where you want to go. Animals have now been cloned. The list goes on.
If you put yourself in the right mindset, you could start thinking, “Dude, I’m living in a sci-fi novel!” Maybe we are.