At some point, you realize you can't provide a perfectly monolithic description of a foreign culture's future any more than you can provide a monolithic description of your own hometown's future. Your choices about what to emphasize and what to leave out make all the difference, and ultimately, your fingerprints and biases and viewpoints are going to be all over the story.

Politics is ugly. Never doubt what small men will do for great power.

When you were alone in the rising ocean, you grabbed whatever raft passed by.

Maybe because we're photosynthesizing we'll do more work outside. So our laptops will have to get rid of these damn glossy screens that have become so popular. And then we'll sit around outside, sucking up sun, getting fat and green, and surfing the net.

Life is exponential. Two becomes four, becomes ten thousand, becomes a plague.

But then, that was the problem with pretty toy stitches. When real life got hold of them, they always tore out.

They’d blame a castoff just for breathing. You could be good as gold and they’d still blame you.