
Science fiction lately has been dominated by postapocalyptic, dystopian futures: environmental desolation, runaway nanotechnology, AI overlords, genetic discrimination, and the death of privacy. When did our utopian dreams stagger into an alleyway, drunk on hubris, only to be mugged by our diminished expectations?
It’s enough to make one pull up the blankets and dream of a better world, one where precision medicine is ubiquitous and inexpensive, and where personal, autonomous vehicles have eliminated traffic accidents and reduced urban congestion.
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