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December 1999! Countless sci-fi writers had speculated on what the world would look like as the year 2000 approached, and now it was mere days away! As I wandered around midtown New York City with a friend, I wondered how many in, say, 1957, would have loved to trade places with me, if only for a minute, to take a look around. Would they be disappointed in the lack of moon bases, the absence of silver clothing and food pills, the paucity of humanoid robots wandering the streets? Would they feel cheated that the cops didn't carry laser guns and that cars didn't fly through the air?
No. Because as I rounded a corner, I saw a Taco Bell up ahead, and in the window was a sign. The sign said:
And I am sure that our visitor from 1957 would have smiled in satisfaction, secure in the knowledge that, yes, this was indeed the future.
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