Looking Back On Tomorrow


"Science Fiction, my electronic eye." great-grandfather said.
"Half the time it's not fiction at all, just premature fact."
by Boni Peluso
"Well, Bobby, how about a story before bedtime?" great-grandfather asked as he tucked me snugly into my weightless bubble.
"Oh, yes tell me some more about the old days and what they were like."
He smiled and squeezed my arm. "OK son, I know just the thing. Long ago, back in 1999, I was being transferred from a unit control center in the New City to Space Station Zenith 1. While packing I found an old, old copy of Scientific American. It was yellow and rumpled and dated — imagine this—September 1977! At that time periodicals were printed on sheets of wood pulp!' "Wow! No playback cards?"