The message, delivered by the generically British woman who sounds like my GPS, is clear, “It’s up to you to make the future,” because Disney is done dreaming for you lazy assholes.
And now we don’t even have Jeremy Irons, who was a step down from Walter Kronkite, to deliver the doomsaying.
When I was a kid, Spaceship Earth, the symbol of Walt Disney World’s Epcot Center and a giant golfball-shaped ride through the creepy mannequin history of mankind, was oddly inspiring. Sure, its out-dated vision for the future which involved deep sea living, and singing happy birthday to grandpa from a space station outpost via videophone was hokey… but at least it was something. Where once Spaceship Earth, sang to me of Tomorrow’s Child and dazzled me with visions of an international space station that promised a future beyond our Earth, now it’s a silent tomb.
Any future mankind may have dreamed of is gone, beaten back by fiscal reality. A reality in which NASA has stopped doing stuff and the seas are terrifying, stuffed full of killer giant squids. I almost wish we’d been eradicated as a species so that the Epcot of my childhood stood where this cynical and bitter one stands now. At least the aliens who found us a million years from now would have the impression that we hoped for something, anything better.