If Anime has taught me anything, it's that the world by 2050 will be full of eight-hundred foot tall robots in garish colours. Mankind will have discovered a new energy source/alternate reality/super-powers/magic/a new way of painting clothes onto women. And this will somehow cause a big war in which opposing states battle for resources. Naturally at that point I'll be fifty-eight years old and will no-doubt lead a motley crew of freedom fighters against the oppressive government of a fictitious country, sparking a winding and very, very, very long story of warfare and espionage, which will probably end with my noble and sacrificial death.
Or maybe not.