the future could be Syria. A planetary wasteland, water table fucked. Fought over by militants with some sort of uneasy order restored by an iron fist dictator. Wrecked economy. Wrecked lives. Depressing.
the future could be North Korea. An economy barely on life support. Presided over by a total-surveillance-state.
the future could be Oregon. A chicken farm. A chicken coop. A row of beans. Capitalism burnt out. Once the smoke clears fresh air returns. A small holding, clapboard house, making jam and writing poetry.