'It's New Year's Day, 2030, and the sulphur-planes are spraying the solid blue sky...'

摘要

It's New Year's Day, 2030. Hungover, you stumble across to the fridge which, sensing your intention, slides open, and you pull out a packet of pig-free bacon - the stuff that's artificially grown in vats. You look absentmindedly for the eat-by date before remembering that, with today's preservation technology, it lasts forever. The kitchen is awash with smart technology, all running on a tiny amount of energy, most of which comes from the solar paint on the roof. You look out of the window (which imperceptibly adjusts its tint to deflect glare). It's another warm, sunny day, and by chance you spot a sulphur-plane passing over the slums in the distance. It's almost invisible, but the craft is emitting a fine spray that helps keep the planet from boiling over. Still holding the bacon, you turn to the oven and ask it what else you want for breakfast.