Recently, I gave my 6-year-old nephew a couple of crayons and asked him to help me design the city of the future.

Predictably, the little philistine fell into the age-old trap of seeing the future as a Jetsons-like utopia.

His city, called Neom, had:

flying cars

robot dinosaurs

beaches with glow-in-the-dark sand

robot maids

its own moon separate from our moon

robot cage fights

just so so many robots.

Nah, I'm kidding. This isn't my 6-year-old nephew's city.