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this is the future? where's my steam-powered dogsbody?

Most looks at the future seem to be from the 1950s, when we expected autogyros and jetpacks. How about a look at the year 2000 from the perspective of 1910? Robot tailors? Reprimanding the groundskeeper while sky carriages flow past your roof garden? Grinding books into electrically delivered impulses at school? Much like the Gernsbackian future, I'm kind of glad this one didn't come to pass, either. I think I'd prefer Tex Avery's version.

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