We were supposed to launch a family in space, in 1997. Manhattan was supposed to be a maximum security prison, by 1997. We were supposed to have bases on the Moon, by 1999. There was supposed to be a transcontinental road race where drivers ran over pedestrians for points, by the year 2000. Pan Am was supposed to take people into space in 2001. We were supposed to have replicants and sex bots, and have people hunt them down, by 2019. We were supposed to be eating soy biscuits made of people by 2022.