“I remember thinking, the day they landed on the moon, that by the time I was in my forties we’d be on Mars. I was in my teens then.”
I was thinking we’d have flying cars. I want my damn flying car!
I’m with you. We were promised flying cars by somebody, and I’m putting my foot down. No moon base or Mars colony until we’ve at least got some flying scooters in production. After that, we can talk about the robot butlers.