A quiet morning on 1 January 2015, mortals from 2014, and so much has changed here with our atomic powered exoskeletons and that invasion from Alpha Centauri.
We had a quiet one, dictated by having small children, and went to the house of some of the kids' friends' parents where we drunk some champagne and called it a night at 10:30pm.
It seems quite odd to be in 2015. When I was a kid, in 1983 I was convinced the world would end in 1987 in a nuclear war. I remember the fall of the Berlin Wall in 1989 being like something out of science fiction.
Presently a robot vacuum cleaner is doing it's job in the lounge room, and I'm using a small flat device to instantaneously write messages to people in other parts of the world. Crap, it is the future after all.
See
http://gizmodo.com/sci-fi-visions-of-2015-ranked-1676837458
