Everybody wakes up sometimes. They wake sometimes alone, sometimes together, sometimes in anticipation, sometimes in dread, and sometimes merely to no longer be asleep. Sometimes, more rarely, they wake up to the fact that they're already dead. There's no use sitting around in bed, but sometimes you do a useless thing and call it Life. That's where these stories came from, those mornings (or, more likely, those afternoons) when I'm just lying in bed trying to find out why I should get out. The Future! is what I mean; promise, peril, a different thing but mostly the same, not now but this is what I want. So I try to imagine what that would look like, write it down, then I call that Science Fiction. Contained herein are the sixteen most lucid of those visions, running from grim doom to cautious optimism, with one or two rest stops along the way for humor. Sometimes the visions deal with a distant later, a different past, or a now, the better or worse for being seen. The visions take many forms, as one would expect when looking through A Future Darkly.