Old Masters of the Future

I've been catching up on some reading, and was given a copy of The Pedestrian by Ray Bradbury. The story was written in 1951, which makes me think how prescient many science fiction writers are–or is it that they inspire the youngsters of today to make the things they read possible, such as warp drive or teleporting. Okay, so some things will probably always be impossible, but what happens in The Pedestrian could easily be close at hand.

As for Ray Bradbury's classic Fahrenheit 451, given the increasing use of tablets and smart phones, I wonder what temperatures computers burn at?