In G. K. Chesterton's "The Napoleon of Notting Hill" the author introduces us to the game Cheat the Prophet. in the description he says...
The human race, to which so many of my readers belong, has been playing at children's games from the beginning, and will probably do it till the end, which is a nuisance for the few people who grow up. And one of the games to which it is most attached is called "Keep to-morrow dark," and which is also named (by the rustics in Shropshire, I have no doubt) "Cheat the Prophet." The players listen very carefully and respectfully to all that the clever men have to say about what is to happen in the next generation. The players then wait until all the clever men are dead, and bury them nicely. They then go and do something else. That is all. For a race of simple tastes, however, it is great fun.
Now I expect that you can remember many a game of Notting Hill, but I especially remember one. It started back in the 1960s when experts predicted that we would be out of oil by 2020 at least. Many were confident we'd be out of oil long before the end of the 20th century. What did we do? We found more oil, and we learned how to get oil out of the ground that had been inaccessible earlier. Worst of all, we learned how to make it from garbage and plastic. People wonder where the flying cars are? I wonder, why do we still have gas powered cars anyway?
Have you ever wondered about how our cities would look with no cars? About worlds where the freeways have been converted into bike paths? Or neighborhoods where the small stores have reappeared, and the great majority of them are easily reached on foot?
A world where the smog is now coal and wood smoke mixed with fog?
Don't you just hate it when we have to get inventive?