Let's Put the Future Behind Us
“The sky above the port was the color of television, tuned to a dead channel.” — William Gibson, “Neuromancer”
Pshhht. Click. “Welcome to the Michael Bloomberg Memorial Airport. The Boston-Atlanta Metropolitan Axis welcomes you to New York City Sector 3. Please adjust your clocks to 10.17am, April 19, 2091.” Pshhht. Pause. “Outside, it is currently 0.72 degrees Celsius, humidity stands at 96% and it is snowing heavily. Inside the Fullerine dome, temperature is a balmy 26.82 degree Celsius, having been duly calibrated for your comfort.” Click. “Please declare all food, narcotics, weapons, explosives, fauna and biological and/or cybernetic implants at the customs desk. Failure to do so could result in summary imprisonment.” Click. Click. “Those intending to travel beyond Sector 3 should be warned of variable temperature and conditions. Martial law has been declared in Sectors 2, 4, 7 and 11. Have a nice day.” Ping.