What do you think life will be like in 37 years?

I wake up on a Saturday morning , and realize it 's already almost noon I jump out of bed and hustle into the supersonic shower (we can 't use water to wash anymore , it 's too scarce ) I grab a muffin and a glass of soy milk , compost the crumbs , feed my pet rabbit and water the plants and run outside to get on my bike , to go to the train station . It 's off to downtown L .A . to head to my salon

My neighborhood looks like it was built by IKEA and

came in a flat-pack box . The first ones actually were made by IKEA , but now everyone makes them . The apartments are stacked side by side like cardboard boxes - 600 square feet per person , allotted by the city government . Mine is furnished more nicely than most , one of the perks of owning a successful salon . There are cacti in my front yard I 'd removed the sod which the previous owner had when I moved in . Xeroscaping is in

I get to the station and the train is about to leave . I chain up my bike next to thousands of others (making careful note of the location I 'll never find it again otherwise ) and get on the quiet mag-lev train for a smooth ride into the center of Los Angeles . It 's midday , so the train is only half full , and I actually get a seat instead of having to ride standing in the corridor between the rows of seats as usual . No one uses a car in Los Angeles anymore , since they put the congestion charge into effect in 2018 . The train is cheaper and more convenient , and you don 't have to worry about parking . Most people don 't even own cars anymore anyway - why bother with the fuss and expense , when there 's an excellent public transport network ? Individual vehicles are only for farmers or the super wealthy these days

The train station is completely empty of the trash barrels I remember from my youth , though there is a discreet recycling center for things you just can 't avoid discarding . The walls are covered in flat-screen television panels , which broadcast news from around the world in a multitude of languages . The schedule announcements flash in 30 languages , one right after another . America is no longer a single-language nation , though English speakers still form a slight majority

The train pulls into Wiltshire Boulevard station , and the doors shush open . I step out onto the platform , walk down the steps and across the street , and there I am - my salon ! The storefront is paneled in shiny chrome which forms a perfect mirrored surface for passers-by to check out their hair . Above the door is my name , spelled out in tasteful black lettering

I step through the black glass revolving door , and am greeted by my junior stylists , Jim and Tim . They were just married last month , and both still wore silly grins (California finally legalized...