When people first started writing this stuff, they didn’t call it science fiction.
Subway has managed to carve out a lucrative niche in a perfect storm of fast food and economic recession.
By the time The Age of Stupid‘s flashbacks are over and the viewer is stuck in a ravaged 2055, the urge to do something immediate is palpable and powerful.
They were giving an ETA of around 2100 for the worst of global warming. That deadline has now been upgraded to, well, how does tomorrow work for you?