The Year 2034!
When I was a kid, if somebody on television said, "The Year Two Thousand!" in an echoey voice, it meant you were about to see a picture of a domed city on the moon, or people flying around with jetpacks, or All Manual Labor Now Being Done By Robots!, or something cool like that. Promises were made, and they didn't all pan out, and it's possible to take the cynical view that the present is not as much fun as it was, back when it was The Future. Consider, though, that in the science fiction of the nineteen-fifties, The Year Two Thousand is exactly like the nineteen-fifties, only with jetpacks. That is to say that not too many decades ago, shrinking rays, giant ants, and flying saucers were easier to imagine than an African-American President, or legal gay marriages, or this Internet thing. So The Future turns out not to have been so bad after all. The really hopeful note is that there's a kid living in my house who is too young to remember The Year Two Thousand. The People of the Future walk among us...
UPDATE- February 13, 2012 My friend Cary Hammer asked me for a drawing of the year 2034; this page is the result. I'm not much of a Futurist (I'm more of a Pastist, really), but in this case I stand by my prediction. Cary is a game developer, web inventor, and humorist who's dedicated his life to making the world just a little bit more surreal. Actually, a LOT more surreal, in certain spots. Click here to see one of them. --Sign up for the Planet Saturday mailing list or subscribe to the RSS feed so we can let you know when we post new comics. Thanks for reading!
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