Back in the 60s/70s, there was a book going around called "Meg's 1990" (I may not have that right because when I google it I get no hits). It was about the technological paradise we would live in the 90s. At the time, the world it portrayed two decades ahead did not seem unreasonable, after all, the 70s looked very different from the 50s. It was a world very much like a toned-down Jetsons universe, and it looked and felt like the Syd Mead artwork: Carnaby Street fashion and lots of plasteel and glassine.

"Meg's" was a futurist fantasy, and it did quite successfully predict some coming technologies, like cell phones, personal computers (carried like a purse) air travel via hypersonic transport, etc, and a nuclear-powered world pretty much free of hunger, poverty, war and other minor incoveniences. My own feelings were the vision was much more optimistic than realistic, and that the world would probably not look that way until about 2010. What never occurred to me at the time was that just because a technology is possible doesn't necessarily mean it will be implemented. Flying cars, after all, were just around the corner, back then, only awaiting high power lifting fans and computer controls so you wouldn't need pilot's skills. No one bothered to bring up that ground cars never worked out so well either.

As I recall, the biggest crisis in Meg's world, and life, were when a collection of unbelievable coincidental accidents cause her flight to be delayed a half-day or so and she is stranded away from home for a few hours.