OK, so 2001 is now officially over. Where are the damned JetPacs? I took a bus home yesterday. No public teleport booths, no videophones (no, the one in the bank that lets me get a mortgage doesn't count; besides, it doesn't work), no moonbase, no undersea cities, no nanotechnology, no personal space yachts for the moderately well-off, no friendly computers.
Damned liars. I'm buying a club and a lionskin, and renting a cave.