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FUTUROLOGY Where are the robots, the moon colonies, the domed cities, and automated highways predicted 40 years ago?
Oh, the dazzling modern amenities that were supposed to have arrived by
now.
Underwater settlements. Domed cities. Space colonies.
Automated highways. Hover trains. Endless energy.
Smart homes and smarter offices. Robot maids. Even universal health
care.
Such were the predictions proffered in the last half century for life
by the year 2000. And they weren't the pipe dreams of harebrains and
crackpots, but the best guesses from supposed specialists: engineers and
scientists, futurologists, technologists, and professional trend-watchers.
But just as in Michael Crichton's ''Westworld,'' somewhere, something
went wrong ... wrong ... wrong.
When it comes to forecasting the future, two maladies commonly distort
the gaze: too little imagination or too much.
A prime example of the former is Charles Duell, who in 1899, as
commissioner of the US Office of Patents, opined that ''everything that
can be invented has been invented.''
A more common failing, however, is an excess of imaginative power.
Futurologists, tingling with a love of technology and a sense of endless
possibilities, are particularly susceptible.
At the New York World's Fair of 1964-65, the undersea city was one of
the promised marvels in General Motors' popular Futurama II. At about the
same time, Alister Hardy, an Oxford marine biologist, declared that in 20
years, men would be using aquatic tractors to cultivate crops on the sea
floor, while divers would stay for days in permanent undersea habitations.
Others looked toward the heavens, found the sky illimitable, and
promptly got lost in space.
Now predicting is not rocket science - but rocket scientists have long
been predictors. We would have a manned station on the moon by 1984,
Wernher von Braun foretold in 1964; 50,000 people would live and work in
space by 2000, thought Robert Truax, another rocket pioneer.
Futurologist Roy Mason figured 1989 was a more accurate date for that,
while Timothy Leary, then a professor at Harvard, felt man would begin a
massive migration to High Orbital Mini Earths, or HOMES, in 1995, by which
time Drew University professor Roger Williams Wescott expected we'd have
satellite factories producing goods and bouncing solar power to earth via
microwave.
Arthur C. Clarke, the science and science-fiction writer, foresaw a
manned lunar base by 1995; science writer Trudy Bell predicted the Soviets
(remember them?) would colonize the moon by then.
A mere moon colony? Why, Gerald Feinberg, a Columbia University
physicist, said we'd build an artificial planet by 2000 - and see the
birth of the first extraterrestrial tots.
How to transport goods to space? Nothing as fanciful as ''Beam me up,
Scotty,'' certainly. How about the space elevator, a device that would
operate on a cable running, like a giant beanstalk, up through the clouds
to a geosynchronous satellite?
That was a nostrum Clarke tried to popularize in the 1970s and '80s.
''Clearly, if a satellite can remain poised forever above the same spot on
the equator, then, in principle, it should be possible to lower a cable
from orbit to Earth, performing an Indian rope trick 36,000 kilometers
high,'' he wrote. Cagily vague on the time line, he said it would happen
''50 years after everyone stops laughing.''
One who was not chuckling was inventor and designer Buckminster Fuller,
who noted that as early as 1951 he had proposed a man-made space ring
encircling the earth above the equator. To travel, one would simply ascend
to the ring-bridge, wait for the earth to turn below, and then drop back
to the desired location.
Fuller's fecund imagination also saw the virtual reinvention of the
land-based city under climate-controlling domes. New York City was a
likely candidate, he said, as was East St. Louis.
That idea caught the fancy of other wool-gatherers, and Robert Kenedi,
a Scottish professor of bioengineering, predicted those environmentally
controlled towns by 1984.
Clarke's time line for future progress, outlined in 1964, gives some
idea of the perils of prognostication. A half decade out, he was doing
pretty well, missing by only one year with his estimate when he predicted
a manned lunar landing by 1970.
But what of his fusion delusion: power by combining atom nuclei by
1990? Any number of more cautious soothsayers thought 1995 to 2000 was a
likelier date, and Clarke later revised his estimate to that date for
commercial application.
What to do while we wait for the promise of unlimited power?
Enter, stage north, the huge chunks of glacial ice that, futurologists
Marvin Cetron and Thomas O'Toole predicted in their 1982 book,
''Encounters with the Future,'' would be towed south to remedy the severe
water shortages they foretold for the 1990s.
Those icebergs, declared the diving duo, would also ''be used as
floating islands where the country can locate breeder power reactors,
using the melting glacial ice to cool down the reactors while they produce
enough electricity to light up entire coast regions.''
Alas, once the breeder went bust and the cold-water-fusion craze of
1989 turned out to be the scientific equivalent of a misplaced Alka
Seltzer bubbling away in a beaker, hope for power too cheap to meter
receded to more distant days.
Nor have we eliminated hurricanes and typhoons, as Roger Revelle,
director of the Scripps Institution of Oceanography, thought we would. And
if we're to have complete weather control by 2010, as Clarke thought,
science had best get busy in the lab.
Futurologists took to the road with their predictions. Automated
highways were much in imaginary vogue, and we're not talking a simple
''smart pass'' here, but systems in which drivers would surrender their
cars to remote roadway control, and let the central computer set the
speed.
Worried about malfunctions? No need to be. By 1995 at the latest,
Sperry Corp. futurist Earl Joseph said, a new car would have computerized
collision-avoidance hardware to keep it ''virtually accidentless
throughout its life.''
As for steel wheels on steel rails? Gone the way of the horse and
buggy. The hovercraft subway was the wave of the future, with cars that
cruised on an air cushion, said Christopher Cockerell. (As inventor of the
hovercraft, Cockerell can perhaps be forgiven his self-interested
optimism.)
And for cross-country travel, there was Rand physicist Robert Salter's
''planetron,'' an underground mag-lev train that would zoom from New York
to Los Angeles in about an hour.
And there was going to be plenty of time for travel. Life was supposed
to become more leisurely, not more hectic. ''There will be shorter
workweeks, 32 hours a week by 1990 and 25 hours a week by 2000,'' wrote
Cetron and O'Toole. A common idea, the truncated workweek, and the reasons
were obvious: computers and robots.
As office help, these machines were supposed to be microelectronic
Radar O'Reillys. Mention a meeting and a topic, the authors confidently
predicted, and your computer would log the appointment, find the address,
calculate your travel time, assemble a dossier of relevant information -
and remind you when promptness required your departure.
Keyboards would become a thing of the past, replaced by ''direct speech
communication'' with your machine, predicted computer expert Malcolm
Peltu.
And technology wasn't just for the workplace. Writing in the 1960s,
British engineering specialist Meredith Thring envisioned, within 20
years, a ''robot slave'' that could ''carry out half a dozen or more
standard operations (for example, scrubbing, sweeping, and dusting,
washing-up, laying tables, making beds). ''
In more modern predictions, add shoveling the snow, cutting the grass,
cooking meals, and acting as a sympathetic companion to the elderly.
(''Please Pro-vide Me With More In-for-ma-tion About Your Lin-e-ar
De-scen-dants One Gen-e -ra-tion Re-moved.'')
Others thought robots would become so smart they'd teach our children,
whip us at Scrabble, and be nominated for a Pulitzer Prize. And, horror of
microelectronic horrors, perhaps eventually they would grow so haughty
about their obvious superiority that they would subject us to cyber-tude
and cyber-snubs. (That's a role Gen X has graciously agreed to assume
while we wait upon technology.)
Society's past difficulty with prognostication has not discouraged a
new crop of futurists. ''Predictions for the Next Millennium,'' a 1998
book surveying some of today's best-known citizens, is full of the same
sort of notions: spaceships, robots, orbiting cities, colonies on Mars.
But until then, we will have to make do. So if you're living in a
not-so-smart home, muddling along without a mechanical maid, and driving a
car or taking a subway not so very unlike those of a decade ago to an
office where you're endlessly tap-tap-tapping on the same old keys of
yore, well, feel free to lament your lost future. And remember the words
of Yogi Berra: ''It's tough to make predictions, especially about the
future.''
Editor's note: Information for this essay was drawn from a dozen
books about the future or futurology, including, prominently, ''The Book
of Predictions,''``1984 and Beyond,'' ''Encounters with the
Future,'' and ''Futurehype.''
This story ran on page E01 of the Boston Globe on
10/31/99.
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