calmI don't know about you, but I think it's wonderful that we live in a world where people can do something so marvellously, delightfully dotty. Where a lot of science fiction falls down, I think, is that while it does a good job of predicting the future, most of it ignores the flat-out daft aspects, the little quirks that make the future seem like a proper inhabited home rather than an Ikea show-apartment.
Of course, you can't blame writers for doing it that way. Quirks get in the way of the story (or wind up being more interesting than the story) and it's hard enough to think up a convincing future, let alone think up the myriad weird ways people might use it.
On the other hand, I kind of think this story of the paper aeroplane is in the spirit, if nothing else, of Arthur C Clarke.
