We’re nearly four months into 2010 and amidst the persistent malaise of a recessionized world, the persistent and all-pervasive fear of imminent destruction at mad terrorist hands and a creeping culture-shock of failed anticipation wherein we are finally realizing that the 21st century isn’t quite the jet-packs and moon-city future we’d all come to hope for, I nonetheless expect that we can probably all agree that Arthur C.Clarke can go eff himself. Still, it’s probably only a matter of time until some ominous mothership from a faraway world gets it in its mind to hover over our major city centers or – assuming we’re taking our lessons from movies “with a message” – vomit up its sentient off-planet cargo to integrate uncomfortably into the great human melting pot. Read more here.
