He dreamed of the future. He imagined a sky full of jetpacks and flying cars. He pictured each star crowded with gleaming space colonies, the void between them plied by ships full of utopian heroes.
One day he got up and found himself in the wrong future. His vision had been replaced by a maze of dark alleys ruled by sinister megacorporations in high-speed sunglasses. He raged against the unfairness of it all.
A small hand rested on his shoulder. He looked into his daughter’s eyes and realized you don’t dream the future. You build it. He got to work.

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