Muh Soopeeryah Fyootchah:
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I'm skipping all the rest of that because it's just Bob being his usual fat Masshole self. Gonna focus on this one.
As a big-time sci-fi fan, if there's one thing that you can basically be assured of, it's that predictions of the future are
notoriously wrong. Some times they get things right, but most of the time they're way off. This is due to the simple fact that writers and "futurists" are working off of their knowledge of the world as it exists at the time of their predictions. They can attempt to extrapolate their current world and talk about where they figure it'll go, but there's no way you can predict every future advancement in technology and how that'll change the world, nor can you predict which promising fields may turn out to be much more complicated than previously thought.
I've always been fascinated by space travel and I think it's pretty dumb that we didn't continue to push forward after the moon landings, but the fact is that space flight remains an expensive proposition, one that doesn't really rank as a high priority for pretty much any nation. Once we beat the Russkies and planted the American flag on the moon, there was less of a desire to continue the expensive program to such an extent. This is why we didn't end up with normal commercial space flights, orbiting hotels, and a permanent moon base by the turn of the century as 2001: A Space Odyssey predicted. (Ironically, the current commercial ventures by "techbros" that Bobby hates like Elon Musk are doing a lot more to bring the costs down and advance human space exploration than NASA's done in decades.)
Conversely, a lot of writers back in the 50s and 60s couldn't have fathomed the transformative power of the internet. The idea that people from around the world can communicate through text, images, and videos would have been unheard of, let alone live chat, video games, virtual reality, and so on. Instant access to libraries of information, knowledge being dispensed freely, little more than a search away. It's truly remarkable when you actually stop and think about it, but there are plenty of old sci-fi works that don't even mention such a concept.
Smoothbrains like Bobby can't fathom how hard it is to actually make accurate predictions about the future, so they stew in their resentment over not getting the "future" they were "promised" (or as Bob puts it, "the future [he] earned"). Rather than appreciate the wonders of the modern world, they complain that it's not enough; unless they have their own jetpack, flying car, personal rocket, legion of sexbots, and perfect immortal body, they'll keep on bitching. And even if they did, they still wouldn't be happy ("why's my rocket so slow? why don't my sexbots have bigger tiddies? where's my death ray to wipe out the mayo ghouls?").
Furthermore, looking at the cover of that book, some of those predictions panned out. Smart watches are a thing, as are homes powered through solar panels. "Amazing sports" is so broad it could cover just about anything, but there have been a variety of new sports invented over the past few decades. About the only thing that hasn't panned out are space colonies both in orbit and on other worlds, but to that I'd say, the title just says "Homes & Living
Into the 21st Century." We're barely a fifth of the way through the century, so there's still 80 more years for that to come true. I could easily see a permanent moonbase within the next few decades.
In summation, Bob's a fat moron who'll eat and drink himself to death before he gets his sci-fi utopia. Couldn't happen to a worse man.