Growing up in New York City in the 1960s, nothing gave me greater pleasure than visiting the World's Fair in Flushing Meadow, where a kid could have the run of the place for a quarter. The best exhibits were those that offered up visions of tomorrowland--a world of monorails, moving sidewalks and picture telephones where everything in the future seemed destined to be made of either Formica or Fiberglas.
For the past few months, I and many of my colleagues have lived in our own version of tomorrowland, exploring what life might be like in 2025. In our fifth and last...
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