As you enter the house of 1999, you detect the subtle scents injected into the perfectly regulated air provided by the climate control system – the sort that I switched off in my house right after we moved in because it costs the Earth to run and only works in the living room anyway. Inside, the painfully Star Trek Moderne living room is dominated by a gigantic television that is not only flat screen, but 3D or even holographic. If the console on the right is just to control the goggle box, then its clear that Philco-
And what's this tucked away in the cellar? Yes, it's the home computer that runs everything. Only half the size of a standard mainframe, it has the computing power somewhere between that of a Sinclair ZX-
As evening falls, the family of the future retires to bed. In this case, it's a computerised (what else?) bed where the temperature is automatically regulated, so there is no need for blankets.
In other words, it's bloody hot in there.
And don't worry about the strange whispering that you hear as you doze off. That's the subliminal education system. Oceania has always been at war with East Asia... Oceania has always been at war with East Asia... Oceania has...
Notice there's no place to set a glass of water? End tables are so 20th century.