Psi And/or Magical Powers, If Real, Are

Never Tell A Computer To Forget It.

I'd Visit The Near Future, Close Enough That Someone Might Want To Talk To Larry Niven And Can Figure Out The Language; Distant Enough To Get Me Decent Medical Techniques And A Ticket To The Moon.

Anything You Don't Understand Is Dangerous Until You Do Understand It.

Once Every Hundred Years, The Los Angeles Smog Rolls Away For A Single Night, Leaving The Air As Clean As Interstellar Space. That Way The Gods Can See If Los Angeles Is Still There. If It Is, They Roll The Smog Back So They Won't Have To Look At It.

I'd Repair Our Education System Or Replace It With Something That Works.