Month of Museums #4: Days of Future Past…

There are few museums where I can boast to be a Charter Member – with a membership card dating back to its origins in 2004. This is really a very young museum. Few can be younger, in fact. And it’s fitting that it deals with not the past, like most museums do, but with visions of the future. Let me backtrack, just a little bit.
Back when I was still living in New Zealand, a traveling exhibition came to town. A traveling Star Trek exhibition. As a card-carrying geek (it wasn’t the SF Museum’s charter member card, not yet, but hey, I was heading that way already…) this was not something I could allow to pass me by without going to pay my respects.They did a decent job of it – figures dressed in iconic TOS uniforms stood in glass enclosures which were somehow made motion sensitive – so if you stopped directly in front of one, it would light up the exhibit inside, and a voiceover would waft from it echoing some famous line that the character/actor uttered during the series.
For Spock, it was, of course, “Fascinating”. I believe Scotty got the “canna change the laws of physics” one, although I am not one hundred percent certain of that right now. Kirk’s glowing golden uniform lit up to a backdrop of the Captain’s patented dramatic breathy, “Spock…!” (think KHAAAAN only softer and with less overt overacting…) And in other glass cases scattered throughout the area where they set up the exhibition in the grand foyer of the Auckland theatre, the props from the series. Tricorders. Communicators (it’s REALLY hard not to see a (relatively) modern flip-top cell phone when looking at those…) Phasers of various eras – and dear GOD I sometimes found myself in awe of the real and unsung acting abilities of some of the original cast – because to point this plastic toy at somebody and threaten grievous bodily harm, and look like you MEANT it, required a better actor than I could have been, Gunga Din. But it was all there, the flotsam and jetsam of the early star-struck days of my childhood. and I inhhaled it all.
It was a memory of this that brought me to the Science Fiction Museum in Seattle like a magnet, when I first heard about it. And I was not alone.

In the time since its inception in 2004, the SFM (together with its sister museum, the EMP – those weird multucoloured blobs at the foot of the Space Needle, you can’t miss ’em…) have drawn more than four and a half MILLION visitors. Can you doubt it, when its Statement of Vision reads like this:

EMP|SFM celebrates the creative process, engages the imagination, and inspires personal expression in current and future generations.

It’s HOME. For someone like me, it’s HOME, dammit.

Back when I first went there, it had several permanent exhibitions at the SFM.

We began with Homeworld, the place from where you begin, what Carl Sagan called the shore of the cosmic ocean. You start out by taking a look at the most basic questions – like, for instance, “Why science fiction?” This is where the oddness and uniqueness of this museum begins to become obvious. Because in a sense you are here looking at the future as seen through the eyes of the past – and in many instances you yourself, the physical you standing there, have already surpassed some of the wilder dreams of early SF. Here, you will start at the beginnings – the “what if” questions which illuminated a generation of dreamers; a wide-ranging timeline exploring the genre’s background, its ideas, where it started, where it thought it was going, the milestones it reached and passed on its journey, as well as the science which grew out of the fiction (think back to those early Star Trek communicators and the cellphones of semi-modern times); the creatures which inhabit and shape the genre, from BEMs and little green men to the iconic Queen in Alien, from Robbie the Robot to Data; the way science fiction has shaped our society right from the get-go; and the building blocks of that society, the science fiction community, both the fans and the pros featured in the Science Fiction Hall of Fame. You might trip over anything from Captain James TIberias Kirk’s original chair from which he commanded the first Enterprise to a first edition of Ursula Le Guin’s “Left Hand of Darkness”, from Darth Vader’s helmet to a Klingon blade which looks like has seen its share of action…

But this was only the point of departure. From here, from the homeworld and things that remain semi-familiar even when viewed through the lens of imagination, we set out on SF’s Fantastic Voyages

Eight permanent sub-exhibitions made up this section – from a virtual spacedock which has gathered together almost any spaceship ever mentioned or seen in a work of science fiction, through a gallery of heroes and villains, the characters who piloted those ships or tried to blow them out of the firmament and a mind-blowing display of the weaponry they used to do it (“Set it on stun!”), to an exhibition which bears a remarkable resemblance to the one which set me off on this journey, at the beginning of this post, to spacesuits as we THOUGHT they were and as they might still one day be, through incredible travel technologies many of which are still beyond the scope of our science today and the magnificent mistakes made when playing with forces barely understood and far from tamed, to the astonishing places that we might have gone to if you believe the glorious, often lurid, but always incredible SF & F art depicting strange new worlds we can only dream of right now.

And then it was off into the future, where no self-respecting museum ought to tread. The Brave New Worlds exhibition, presupposing that we have already left the homeworld, presupposing that the voyages have already been attempted – how are we to live, what paths are we to choose, in the brave new world of our own future? This exhibit looks from anything from science fiction’s most famous cities that never were, to the societies that built and broke them, to ways to come back from the edge after everything seems to have been lost.

And those are just the permanent exhibits, housed right here on the premises. The SFM also does travelling exhibitions, which then tour the country. You can find almost ANYTHING here.

It would probably not have been the first thing that popped into your head when somebody said “museum”. You’d have immediately thought of Egyptology, of portrait galleries, of Houses Where Famous People Lived. But perhaps not this – not this vivid and vibrant and frankly joyful gathering of all of humankind’s dreams and hopes and wishes and imagination. Even in the worst of dystopias depicted here, even with the worst of fictional villains brooding behind glass in the halls, even with the most improbable “technology” you’re ever going to see – there is something here that is transcendental, that speaks to the highest things that we aspire to, to our greatest dreams.

Go to a museum, and strain to glimpse the future.

You can’t beat that.


About Alma Alexander

Alma Alexander's life so far has prepared her very well for her chosen career. She was born in a country which no longer exists on the maps, has lived and worked in seven countries on four continents (and in cyberspace!), has climbed mountains, dived in coral reefs, flown small planes, swum with dolphins, touched two-thousand-year-old tiles in a gate out of Babylon. She is a novelist, anthologist and short story writer who currently shares her life between the Pacific Northwest of the USA (where she lives with her husband and two cats) and the wonderful fantasy worlds of her own imagination. You can find out more about Alma on her website (, her Facebook page (, on Twitter ( or at her Patreon page (


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