Porthole, 2069 by Harry Campbell

My year is 2069. Essentially my thought process started with the idea that nobody can predict fifty years into the future, particularly now with climate change really beginning to get our attention. I felt any kind of utopian scene would be purely fiction. Everything else on earth is sort of up in the air, so I essentially went with the idea of the future being unpredictable. We are still in space, space is still there, will be there no matter what we do, and perhaps the answers to our problems here are somehow out there. Also influenced by the launching of the James Webb Space Telescope later this month, replacing the Hubble telescope. Scientists are promising to see well beyond our galaxy.