A couple of weeks ago I spent an evening in a dark, cramped bar full of pirate kitsch with a bunch of people who could have stepped out of the science fiction novel of your choice (yes, even the old-school Shadowrun novels). Collectively, we had more electronic equipment than NASA at the times we were born on our person. None of were particularly aware of life imitating science fiction (or is it science fiction predicting life?) or of the horrors occurring around us at the time. On top of all of that, we all sat around appreciating a belly dancer for entertainment.
Earlier tonight, Pegritz and I held multiple distinct conversations at the same time using multiple electronic channels of communication (in addition to sitting two feet apart and talking) on entirely different topics.
We are indeed twenty minutes into the future.