... or so says Wired, at least, in its December edition. "Ed Cornish, founder of the World Future Society and its president since 1966, leans back from his computer - a DOS machine that doesn't do email, the Net, or Windowsm" writes Hope Cristol. "Clifton Coles, assistant editor of the society's flagship magazine, The Futurist, pokes his head into his boss's office: 'A Seattle radio station called, wants to know if you have some predictions for next year." Cornish, 76, strokes his nipples in a circular motion, stares off for a second, and says, "I can't think of anything in particular.'"
But if futurism is dead, where does that leave Wired?
