Rudyard Kipling foresaw it nearly a century ago:
In the Carboniferous Epoch we were promised abundance for all,
By robbing selected Peter to pay for collective Paul;
But, though we had plenty of money, there was nothing our money could buy,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: "If you don't work you die."
I’d sure like to sit across the campfire from Kipling, and hear his thoughts on the last century, and the next.