People sure do love to complain about modern marvels not being quite to their liking. We see this all the time with Apple, what with the never-ending demands that the company needs to "innovate faster." More broadly, it's not uncommon to hear people complain about all aspects regarding the current state of technology, a dynamic so brilliantly roasted by Louis C.K. a while back.
In truth, we're currently living in a truly magical age. I can press a button on my phone and have a car waiting to pick me up downstairs in 5 minutes. I can be out anywhere in the world, hear a new song, hold my phone up to the sound, and my phone will magically tell me what song is playing. With services like Google Translate, I can engage in basic conversations in languages I've never even heard of.
In short, it's easy to constantly demand to see the "next big thing" today, but it's just as important to appreciate the truly magical age we currently find ourselves living in.
Driving this point home, I recently stumbled across a thread on Reddit where users were asked to write about life in 2014 from the perspective of a 1950s Sci-Fi writer. The top voted answer is an unabated stroke of genius and should help remind all of us that, pardon the cliche, the future is here!
So while your iPhone could have better battery life and your Internet could stand to be a smidge faster, let's take a step back and ponder the fact that life in 2014, from the vantage point of someone in the 1950s (or even 2002!) is pretty darn cool.
The Reddit answer reads in part:
You wake up when your HCD buzzes. What’s this, an alarm clock? No! It is a Handheld Computing Device. It contains an internal gyro that, when the audio speakers are disabled, causes the entire object to vibrate when it receives a message. (But it can be an alarm, should you choose to add an Alarm Clock module.)
You touch the screen and it glows, illuminating your face. It is a letter from your dear friend, Henrietta, who is inviting you to brunch at a nearby coffee house. Without leaving the comfort and warmth of your blankets on this chilly November morning, you slide your finger across the glossy glass surface of your HCD and tap a virtual button .
Your response is now flying through the RPCN (radio-phone communication network), and seconds later, Henrietta’s own HCD plays a musical chime, alerting her that you have accepted her invitation.
As you go about your morning routine, rather than scrape a dangerous razor across your face, you remove your overnight’s beard growth by rubbing an Electronic Razor along your jaw and chin. The device smoothly removes the stubble, leaving your face baby-soft. It is waterproof and safe to use while in the shower.
You leave your comfortable domicile and stroll jauntily to the nearby Metro. Moments later, the great train of the future whisks you several blocks to the coffee house, where you expect Henrietta to meet you. There is no sign of her. You whip out your trusty HCD and send her a quick message:
The passage concludes with a little homage to Amazon and any other type of online retailer:
As you ride your metro tram home, you use your HCD to visit various simulacra shops, selecting merchandise for purchase. The device signals these businesses with your payment information and address, and your purchases will be hand-delivered to your front door within the week, and beneath the brown paper, each is wrapped with festive holiday colors. With that, your holiday shopping obligations are completed.
Ah yes, the future is a grand place to live.
A grand place, indeed.
Yes it is.