Imagine being in a perfect place where the greenery is lush, the water sparkling clear, the people beautiful and everybody's so wealthy they hand out CPF money as tips for the waiters.
And if somebody falls sick, well, actually nobody stays sick since they just lie down in a miracle chamber like Michael Jackson's oxygen snooze-tube and every illness - from a pimple on the face to being an angry Arsenal supporter - is eradicated with the touch of a button.
Nope, I'm not talking about Sentosa Cove and universal healthcare.
Okay, you're right, they are actually the same difference.
I am referring to the new science fiction film, Elysium. In it, Jodie Foster runs an idyllic paradise for super-rich people at a space station floating off Earth.
Down below, Matt Damon slaves at a dead-end job for itsy-bitsy scraps on the dirt-poor, ravaged planet which looks like a war zone.
All the time, as I was watching that luxurious resort drifting high up in space totally oblivious to the squalor left behind, I kept thinking, man, this must be what lazing on an empty beach with a tequila and a bikini babe looking away from the crowded HDB mainland of Singapore feels like.
It suddenly dawned on me right there, watching that wonderful vision of Elysium, that Singapore is becoming the perfect place for sci-fi and that every scenario for our Brave New World has - would you believe it - actually been made into a movie.