this is one of the best science fiction stories i have ever read, and i remember thinking this was the coolest thing ever. i imagined what i'd do with all the extra time. it was probably early 1990s when i read it, and i really wonder what i thought i'd spend time on.
fast forward twenty years hence, we do have a lot of extra time. rather, things that took a long time to do before can be done in an instant. so, in theory, we have a lot of extra time. of course, we've managed to totally stuff our free time so we feel we have less time than ever.
the brief moments we have free time, what are we doing with it?
i mean, really, what exactly am i doing with it?
can we find a way to string a bunch of these little packets of free time to have something a bit more extended? and what would we do with this?
