Mike Solana

*takes deep breath* i am exhausted by our failure of imagination. at least give me flash mobs on demand. give me city-wide AR games and houses that grow — literally. because genomics. take me to that goth rave where neo met trinity, and HELLO: where the hell has laser tag gone?

where is medical tourism? why aren’t we building countries on that giant trash continent in the middle of the ocean? and shouldn’t we be strip mining mercury to build a dyson swarm capable of harnessing large fractions of the sun’s total energy by now?

do you understand every building in san francisco could be 3x higher with rooftop robot battle arenas covered in genetically-modified ivy designed for rapid carbon sequestration? i want bullet trains. i want a mini pet mammoth

boomers “were promised flying cars,” but i was supposed to be riding to work on a chocobo by now, and sure, colonizing mars would be great (if anyone were actually working on it). but are we really not doing *anything* with antarctica? ever?

you know we can build a fucking blimp city over the san francisco bay, right? you want to model our country after sweden. that’s cute. i’m out here talking about CLOUD PIRATES and blade runner aesthetics minus the dystopia. we could all be banging holograms right now.

i’m done with the “should we replace private healthcare” debate. what we should be replacing is the human body. it sucks. let me regenerate my limbs like a lizard already, and if i want giant bird wings that’s my prerogative. bioluminescent eyes that glow purple? take. my. money.