I was born in the future. The future started, if you didn’t know, on July 20th, 1969, when men walked on the moon. The beginning of the future, as most things are, went by without anyone noticing, even as it was televised worldwide. Even as people were in awe of it. Decades later, people were still waiting for it, the future — waiting for things like flying cars, which don’t seem ever to have escaped the borders of a drawing board. Perhaps it is like an adolescence of the human race, if we recall the times in our lives when nothing was quite real quite yet. (When we still bounced off solid things when they hit us.) It is now when we look into the mirror and see a grown up: the future is here. Welcome to it.