by Ernest Hogan
Things
have been so weird lately (I know, I overuse the word weird,
but in this case it fit better than anything else) I like to imagine what I would say if I had a time travel device and could send a
letter to the 1969 version of me . . .
You really won't believe how weird it is. Future
Shock was just a warm up to the effects. It's beyond Harlan
Ellison/Dangerous Visions.
This is supposed to get to you right after the moon
landing. Have we read those books yet? If you haven't, read 'em
anyways.
As we expected, the world went stark, raving sci-fi, but
it was more like New Worlds than Analog. If I can say
one thing that most twentieth century science fiction writers got
wrong it's that they had it all make too much sense. Some of them even
thought that technology would inspire a more rational society.
Pardon me while I do an old-fashioned, mad scientist
BUHUHU-HAHAHAHAHAHA!
The surrealists were right: Never underestimate the
power of irrationally
I know you're excited about space exploration, but it
was put on hold for a few decades. Folks didn't think it was worth
the money. Then we had some advances in special effects, and years of
corporate sci-fi, and we've got a space station, the Chinese (the
Russians are doing other things) have fired up a newfangled space
race, and crazy billionaires are getting into the rocketship
business.
Crazy billionaires are a thing, a big thing. Most people
are struggling, but the some of the super-rich are running amok. I
used to think they were tools used by unimaginative writers, but now
they make news.
One of them has even been elected president, though some
of us believe that the Russians messed with the electoral process.
(Oh yeah, and these days, conservatives love the Russians . . .) He shut down the government because he wants money to build a wall along the U.S./Mexican border.
Don't laugh. I know it sounds like a gag out of Mad
Magazine or Cracked, but it's what's happening, baby!
And your skin color and ethnicity will be a stumbling
block in your writing career, even after all the protest and riots
back in the Sixties. Brace yourself for years of struggle. They now study
me at universities and invite me to lecture, but it took a while.
Some things have gotten better. California and the
Southwest are getting browner, as are most of the people at the desk
behind the computers, (oh yeah, computers are a helluvalot smaller, I carry two in my pocket) imputing the data to get the business done.
So many people who look like family.
Of course, for some people, it's a nightmare. They lust
after a border wall.
The this all has everyone in a weird mood. The air is heavily
polluted with anger. There are protests and riots around the world.
Meanwhile, I'm working on novels and short stories.
Getting published. Being a writer. Our dream come true.
I even kind of enjoy the torrent of news that is like a
nonstop, dystopian, preapocalyptic science fiction scenario, but
every now and then it hits a little too close to home.
What's that? I think the Time Police are knocking at my
door . . .
Ernest Hogan will have stories in several upcoming
anthologies. Stay tuned for details.