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Earthrise on the moon. The Electrical experimenter. August 1915.
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Earthrise on the moon. The Electrical experimenter. August 1915.
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It's a subtle thing, perhaps. A detail glazed over. But in our imaginative renderings of a brighter future, technological advancements are often depicted as being universal. Available to almost any and all, part of the infrastructure, the ebb and flow of society.
And as we innovate in the present, that should be a viable goal to maintain - accessibility of tools and theories, of products and knowledge. An equitable forum and level ground, and not the dystopian divide of the few basking in their opulent progress countering the many pushed further into a modern Dark Age.
Caitlin looked out over the cliff and imagined her future on that beach. Her and her future spouse cuddling together as they watched their kids play in the ocean with the dog. She could hear the barking already! Wait is there something moving on the beach?
I want you to sit in the passenger seat of my life. I want to drive down the back streets of my hometown at 3am with the windows down, blasting the songs we used to listen to when we were young and sad. I want to take you to the valley and lay on the roof of my car and look up at the trillions of stars we’d be able to see without the city light washing it out. I want to go running through empty parking lots in the northern downpour with you. I want to fill pages and pages and pages with thoughts and notes and words about you. I want to take you to all of my favorite places and create new memories there to replace the old memories that burn a hole in my head. I want to know you like the back of my hand. I want to know what it’s like in the home inside your head. I want to sit in the passenger seat of your life.
“Passenger Seat”; February 7, 2018 By Mehlika Eski
Future space vehicle. The crown book of the beautiful, the wonderful, and the wise. 1885.
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Imagining something like a Facetime call in 1918. The Electrical experimenter. May 1918.