my step-father-in-law has been struck by lightning. if you knew him you'd find that hilarious. i still derive amusement from him being scared during lightning storms.
anyway, once you start getting into superstrings and such, i'm so out of my element i don't even attempt to comprehend it. my brain just doesn't work like that. i hate math, too. anything with formulas and equations i skip right to the end. some people love that stuff, though, and can't get enough of it. for me, if it's something you can't explain in a nova episode, count me out, lol. at the same time, things beyond practical plausability i want to have some basis to believe in, usually.
some other well-worn, often noted sci-fi cliches:
laser guns that have massive recoil
space fighters that are able to lift-off with no apparent anti-gravity apparatus, yet rely on very mundane technology for propulsion
holographic wristwatches
space pants that bind in the crotch
small space fighters who can get shot all to hell yet still re-enter an atmosphere without going up like flash paper
can you imagine what the star wars' cantina's bathroom must look like?
everyone can navigate an asteroid belt, and when asteroids collide they explode as if they were made by korean car companies
hand-held scanners that not only contain the sum of all universal knowledge, but can give you the gastric readout of a fly's fart from the other side of the planet
humanity of the future isn't so completely bored with their trite lives that they have more or less lost all sex drive
the general populace are trusted with flying vehicles, while people now can barely use the land-based versions
the biggest form of entertainment in the future is talking through personal issues
holographs that are able to move around anywhere
robots with personal issues. here's a newsflash, kronkite-- reset the damn thing. better yet, get a new one
'robot gladiators' are considered 'low-brow' entertainment
every piece of new technology *isn't* tested out for their sexual implications first. trust me, if we ever figure out anti-gravity, people will want to do it while floating over their bed. just watch out for the ceiling fan
everyone has a job they love
all social issues have been worked out to everyone's liking
people trust authority figures, who are always honest and brave
no one smokes, people have zero individuality, and there is no poor class
dogs have become extinct. you're allowed a robot parrot
they have so much technology they no longer feel the need for god/s
one of my personal favourites from 'the empire strikes back'-- you can crash your ship in a swamp, let it sink to the bottom of said swamp, and after a few daze drying time everything works just fine. not only that, when it's time to leave, you climb the ladder up to the cockpit and take off with it hanging off the side of your ship. i guess artoo reached his slot by luke or yoda raising him up? and, really, from a practical side, what the hell do you need an expensive astromech droid for, anyway? when a ship blows up, it's just another piece of equipment you've lost. good plan, rebels. who finances you guys, anyway, microsoft?
you can derive complex ideas from a creature's mono-syllabic grunt