2019. The year of the Running of the Blade, for those following along at home. No flying cars, but then we probably don’t want those anyway. Besides, — look, I don’t need to do the entire spiel about how badly eco-dystopian fiction ages, right? Because we all already know that we’re living in the same years as Blade Runner and Soylent Green, and that’s just flat-out hilarious.
So. Happy New Year!
I hear one state is offering to compost your loved ones after they die. Soylent Green Lite?