Not every vision of the future is rose-tinted fantasy, some part of it has to be anchored in reality. Its shape is based on how things are here and now. On the Wyndham-Ballard scale, the outlook is dire, verging on ominous. Civilisation increasingly depends on interlocked technologies and processes from which there can be no turning back. We, as a species, are so far up the cul-de-sac of progress, it’s impossible to turn back; we’ve burned our technological bridges. If the various servers across the world were knocked out by say, a mega sunspot cycle, the risk of massive device failure would be high as would the chances of civilisational collapse. My first novel examined this (albeit in the context of alien intervention) and it’s a theme for this time.
Today I was paid a compliment. It went along the lines of:
“All your work is menacing.”
I write what I see. I’m currently working on a Post-Urban piece called: Manchester. It seems to work well.