Imagine the galaxy of the distant future. Human culture remains similar to our own, but the details are fuzzy. Who else lives in this universe, and how do they relate and communicate with one another?
Now imagine the planets themselves. Earth is already filled with wonders—many of them as yet undiscovered. Take them a few steps farther and they become the wonders of a dozen new worlds, filled with creatures whose talents are often lurking just beneath the surface.
Adding a magical component is unnecessary. Those alien beings have abilities different enough from our own so as to seem like magic, but what is magic for us is normal for them.
This is what makes science fiction so much more believable for me than fantasy. Sure, it’s nice to be able to turn into a bat at will, but explain how that happens without some form of magic. My practical mind won’t let me do it.
Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy a good ghost story as much as the next person, but believing in them is difficult. I can, however, believe that life exists on other planets throughout the galaxy, and even though the facts discovered thus far don’t support it, the potential is still there. On the other hand, neither I, nor anyone I know, have ever come face-to-face with a vampire or a werewolf.
That being said, science fiction still requires the suspension of disbelief. The idea that space travel could ever be fast enough between star systems to establish any kind of community stretches credibility, which is why I set my Cat Star Chronicles series a thousand years in the future. Already, several milestones in futuristic fiction have come and gone. We don’t have flying cars—at least none that are practical—and a utopian future is still a dream.
I’d like to believe that mankind will grow up someday, and stop the waste of life and resources on war and conquest. I’d like to believe that one day our descendants will look back on us as we look at cavemen now—primitive, savage, and uncivilized. My vision of the future a millennium from now is not perfect—the need for growth and greater understanding remains—but that vision of the future is why I dream.
And also why I write.
What about you? How do you envision life in 3013? Would you want to live in that time or ours?
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