Edgar Allen Poe's nightmare of the future

  A story that I wrote and rendered by Edgar Allan Poe Edgar Allan Poe, vision of the future In recent days, as I reclined in my rocking chair, weariness overtaking me, I succumbed to a most wretched vision—a ghastly phantasm that unfolded in the realm of dreams. Awaking in a future shrouded in darkness, I found myself confronted with a sight so dreadful, so monstrous, that it defied all reason. During my sojourns, I had engaged in discourse with men of eminence, those who had achieved success and wielded influence in the realms of science and commerce. In our deliberations, we turned our gaze towards the future, contemplating the boundless progress of mankind. It was my conviction that the bountiful prosperity we had reaped, nurtured by burgeoning industries that had ushered in a better existence for our brethren, would invariably flourish in the days to come, under the auspices of scientific and medical advancements. Alas, the nightmare that seized me during a fateful afternoon slumb