Talking to Hell Gate readers is a true pleasure, but there is one recurring line of questions that we don't love: "How does it feel to be right all of the time? Is it so cool to be gifted with perfect foresight so that you can literally see what's going to happen before anybody else?"
Forgive us, but these are not appropriate questions to be asking Hell Gate staffers. Not because the premise is wrong—indeed, our end-of-year predictions are consistently proven out with an accuracy rate of 100.00 percent.
It's an inappropriate question because how do you think it fucking feels to see the future written plainly before us, like a tracing overlaid upon the world of the present day?
It sucks, is how it feels. How does it feel to look at a man and know the day and manner of his death? How does it feel to gaze upon the city's majestic skyline and see its inevitable crumbling, to walk through a universe where others find endless wonder and feel only the great entropic churn toward heat death? It feels bad.
Knowing what's going to happen is a curse. We are cursed. People are not meant to bear the burden of knowledge that we carry.
But it is handy when we're writing the aforementioned prediction blogs where we lay out exactly what's going to happen in the next year.
What follows is certain knowledge about the events of 2026. It's a lock. You can take this to the bank.