However, there was a cost to achieve that fictional awesomeness: we had to suffer a third global war, a war that destroyed almost every major city on earth and left hundreds of millions of people dead. It was after that fictional catastrophe that a scientist built a faster-than-light prototype ship on an inter-continental ballistic missile in Montana.
I'm not saying i believe that's going to happen, but i remember that I've never felt so united my friends and neighbors as immediately after a tragedy of a certain magnitude.
I hope that's not what it's gonna take. I hope that's not what's gonna happen.
But hope isn't nearly as tangible as it used to be.
