A FIRST WORDWhat sf is for.
Science fiction is the literature that takes one premise its world does not allow — a different physics, a different history, a different species — and follows the consequences with a straight face.
The premise can be a single brick (a faster-than-light drive, a telepathic minority, a planet without seasons) or an entire architecture (a galactic empire, a virtual continent, a planet at war with its own ecology). What matters is rigour. Sf earns its keep by reasoning, not by waving its hands. When it does wave its hands it is closer to fantasy, and the genre quarrel about where the line falls is older than most of the readers having it.
The cliché is that sf predicts the future. It does not. The interesting sf novels almost always get the future wrong in detail and right in shape. Asimov did not foresee the iPhone; he foresaw the social problem of trusting a machine. Le Guin did not foresee gender theory; she opened a door it would later walk through. The genre is a thinking instrument, not a crystal ball.