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It is 2087. The cities are made of glass, machines can answer almost anything, and humanity is still standing in the kitchen wondering why it came in.
In a future full of artificial intelligence, perfect convenience and deeply imperfect people, Richard Davies returns to the biggest question of all: what actually matters when everything else has become cleverer than you? Luckily, there is still a red rubber duck, which appears to understand more than most governments.
The Naked Universe 2087 is a warm, witty and cosmic look at the future — where technology has changed everything except our glorious ability to make a mess of being alive.
The future is still a beautiful mess.
It is 2087. The cities are made of glass, machines can answer almost anything, and humanity is still standing in the kitchen wondering why it came in.
In a future full of artificial intelligence, perfect convenience and deeply imperfect people, Richard Davies returns to the biggest question of all: what actually matters when everything else has become cleverer than you? Luckily, there is still a red rubber duck, which appears to understand more than most governments.
The Naked Universe 2087 is a warm, witty and cosmic look at the future — where technology has changed everything except our glorious ability to make a mess of being alive.
The future is still a beautiful mess.
