I’ve spent most of my time the past two decades as a futurist, a technologist and consultant paid to forecast future technology trends and products.
In other words, look at a hell of a lot of information coming from all over the place, analyze what data made sense, and then try to figure out what
conclusions I could draw. One project, rumor has it, even involved that little “company” headquartered in Virginia.
Long before the X-Files, I wanted to believe in the possibilities of extraterrestrials. The problem for me was the lack of a smoking gun. Every time I
thought someone discovered absolute proof of current or previous alien visitation, a naysayer with a few advanced degrees or someone...