By way of Clockworker’s Guild, a compendium of artwork featuring the futuristic imaginings of those living at the turn of the 20th century. Some of them were quite amusing, some astounding in their supposition that certain physical laws were overcome (and eliciting the thought of ‘oh Lord, if we did that, imagine the accidents!’), and others that only a jaded person in the 21st century could look upon and smile at with amused cynicism.
Like the scene of a group of children gathered under a show tent to see the a relic of their grandparents’ past: a real live horse! I could only imagine what the mother was whispering to the little child next to her: “now see…that is what your Great-Grandpa used to ride when he wanted to visit…” and the little child’s face just bug-eyed with amazement. “But Mama…where are the knobs to make it go ‘vrooom’?”
Sad thing is, fifty years later, people were still imagining we’d be mobilized by rockets in backpacks and individual flying contraptions that turned us into birds. Apart from the recent Swiss “Fusion Man”, its still not as ubiquitous as they, and we, would have liked.
