The futility of futurology and the shape of the Future

Imagine yourself or you in the birth of a wise adviser to the Emperor of Russia Peter Alekseevich, in the twenties XVIII century.

In the role of a certain, conditional, Mr. Colbert.

The window to the Baltic Unions has been cut.

The Swedes are ashamed and fully help the development of the "concession" of the Demidov family, in the Urals...

New Town of St. Petersburg is being built.

Moscow Gold Head - I Am the Keeper of Historical Foundations.

The historical role of Pskov and Novgorod, under questioning..

And how to rule the outline of the Future, say, for a year from Christ 2000?

Csteam, not yet known... And the steamer with the Napoleon hasn’t gone to Sweet Helena yet.

Electrical Energy Experiments in the Beginning.

There is no standard for coal-fired steel.

Internal combustion engine not invented.

And so on and so forth...

Free the peasants, or enslave them for good?

What to trade? What industries to develop?

Where and what to teach the younger generation, in universities, which have not yet been created?

What cities and towns to work in the Urals and Siberia and Alaska?

In Hawaii?

To be friends with the English, or not yet?

Ave Father. The darkness of the future is upon you.

And you're in the sterility of a dead end... Amen.