A future of cars and guns and wars, isn't a future at all. Its a continuation of the unpleasant present.
It is the box of the familiar, that the charm of speculative fiction was, for me at least, was a chance to see beyond. Swords and horses or flint knives and bear skins, are a retro alternative, and alternative only marginally. They too have become stale and stiltified.
Brass gears and polished wood are fine,
but cities and combusion are no escape from the suicidal unpleasant.
Any one thing can become a rut too.
Nature will soon leave us no choice then to venture beyond familiar ways.
Anything less, and it will be forced to start over without us,
and from somewhere earlier then the beginning of our species.
However famous our ability to adopt,
continuing to increase our numbers at the expense of diversity,
has not proven a successful adoptation.
If evolution had fallowed a different path,
as it will if forced to backtrack and start over,
this makes furry and alien indistinguishable,
save for conceptual speculation as to place of occurance.
There has been a lot of moving in the wrong direction deliberately.
It has even seemed to me, the more we knew what the wrong diriction was,
the more adimantly, like an infant testing his limits, a factor which claims as its excuse,
a wish to keep the good stuff, has moved.
If logic is too much fantasy for us to choose to apply,
nature will apply it without us.
This has been going on now,
too long to hide or deny.
It was spoken of before it bacame obvious.
It was mentioned that when it became obvioius it might already be 'too late'.
Some say now it is too late while others continue to deny.
I am neither so pessimist, to take as given all is doom,
nor so optimist, to believe there will not be pain and loss,
that wiser choices, only a few decades ago,
with technology alternatives already available then,
could so easily have avoided.
The unpleasant present is doomed.
But thinking and creative life to witness
and continue to evolve beyond in what replaces it,
Obvious mistakes are not that hard to delineate.
A time when they will have become mysteries of some future past
is not beyond imagining.
A future which suspends my disbelief, has no choice but to leave them behind,
however doing so can be convincingly imagined.
A future which fails to do so, is a pandering to familiar contemporary fantasies.
So i'm sorry, but cars and guns and cities and wars and even horses and swords,
are just not going to cut it.
There's still room for gods or a god, but not for pretending to know their shape or their will.
Even more there is room for the spirits of other life.
Other life that will be the only life if we continue to think we can exist as the only life ourselves.