Welcome to the future; it’s not everything it’s cracked up to be. Clad in a silver jumpsuit, self-professed sci-fi geek Missie Peters zips around in time and catalogues the gaps between our promised and actual tomorrows. Peters is an openhearted and genuine performer—she never slips into the self-conscious hipster rhythms that are a cliché of performance poetry. And her look at the future is full of arresting images (“your back curves / your vertebrae stick out like panic buttons”) and witty takes on the everyday, from prayers hilariously updated for the Internet age to a recurring riff on grocery shopping. It’s warm and, despite all the talk of robots, deeply human, especially when Peters conducts the audience in a “found sound poem” of bleeps and buzzes. We may not have flying cars yet, but we’ve still got each other.

At the Revue Stage on September 8 (6:45 p.m.), 10 (7:45 p.m.), 12 (8:30 p.m.), 13 (5:15 p.m.), 15 (12:25 p.m.), and 16 (9 p.m.).