Tomorrow is Monday, April 14, 2053, and I’m finally leaving on vacation. Unlike travelers in 2016, I’m not worried about hotel reservations, trains zip along at 600 miles an hour, aircraft offer panoramic views, and taxis are driver-free. This is my personal log from a journey through the future.
Text: RENATA AHUMADA @renataahumada | illustrations : Patricio Otniel
Day One, 9:12 a.m. Just a few hours to go before my flight departs from Sydney’s Kingsford Smith Airport. I’m still in my apartment nearly 10,000 miles away from New York, but I can already imagine my first days in the Big Apple, walking down Fifth Avenue, visiting iconic buildings, and catching a hologram-packed Broadway show.
It’s nearly time for my departure, so I call a cab. The service is automated: there’s no driver. Companies like Google and Uber first conceived of the idea in 2016, but it’s now a reality. In fact, cars with drivers are in the minority. I receive notification that the taxi’s outside. I climb in, get comfortable, and the vehicle – electric, of course, no gas required – sets out for the airport. All I have to do is tune in some background music and watch some of my favorite shows on the vehicle’s screens.