I arrived on the planet at the very tail end of the Baby Boom. Through my childhood in the 60s we were promised, no we expected, to be adults in a cool world filled with all kinds of fun scientific innovations. It was all lies. I had eggs for breakfast this morning and they were cooked on a pan. On a stove. I might as well have eaten breakfast like a caveman. No space pack liquid eggs infused with lots of niacin and other science-y things. In short, my life (and yours') is one giant disappointment.
There are no jetpacks.