Reminds me of William Gibson's short story, The Gernsback Continuum. > "...Here, we’d gone on and on, in a dream logic that knew nothing of pollution, the fini

Reminds me of William Gibson's short story, The Gernsback Continuum. > "...Here, we’d gone on and on, in a dream logic that knew nothing of pollution, the finite bounds of fossil fuel, or foreign wars it was possible to lose. They were smug, happy, and utterly content with themselves and their world. And in the Dream, it was their world. Behind me, the illuminated city: Searchlights swept the sky for the sheer joy of it. I imagined them thronging the plazas of white marble, orderly and alert, their bright eyes shining with enthusiasm for their floodlit avenues and silver cars. It had all the sinister fruitiness of Hitler Youth propaganda."