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:
beaches with glow-in-the-dark sand
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.