Flying cars... faithful robots... vast megacities where fantastic monorails span the commercial districts, the encircling farmlands, and the rocket ports... day trips to the moon... vacations on the Moons of Jupiter....

Those, all of them, are the things that the future was supposed to have brought us by now. And of course we miss them all.

But we can forgive the future, can't we? We can be big about this, and we'll only set a single condition on our forgiveness.

What do we want? Jet packs. When do we want them? Now!

I've been patient; I really have. But in my family we've been waiting for our jetpacks since my grandparents browsed through the Hugo Gernsback magazines and started their plans for a flying vacation. And we're still waiting. So here it is: Where the heck is my jetpack, already?