Near-future science fiction can be the hardest to keep fictional. The future keeps becoming the present, or even the past. (Funny, that.) When I wrote the first book in The Cassandra Virus trilogy (The Cassandra Virus, The Drone War, and The Black Box), the Beowulf cluster “Ozymandias” was built of “old” 486s, which was meant to be futuristic. It was, when I wrote it. By the time it came to be published, everyone (except impoverished novelists) was using Pentium-2s, and I had to make changes to the MS to keep it futuristic. (The moral there is, make up your chip generations instead of using real ones.)
I also put a wind farm on the Tantramar Marshes, which it was possible to see from Helen Chan-Fisher’s house at Wood Hill outside of Easter River. At the time, the only thing of the sort around here was the small wind turbine at the RCMP station in Amherst. Now, from Helen’s house (which is a real house, if you know where to look), and from the Marsh hereabouts, you can see the big wind turbines of a new windfarm over the border. They’re not operational yet. Today, one was turning in a desultory fashion; the rest are still locked down down and pointing every which way.
Here’s a picture of Mr Wicked out on the dykes, with the turbines outside Amherst in the far distance, in the upper right. They’re much farther away than they look here; in another province, in fact, over two rivers. (Okay, yes, the Tantramar and the Missiguash are small rivers.) The little low building over his head is the museum at Fort Beausejour.