I am an old-school sci-fi fan that grew up on the ABCs of the genre - Asimov, Bradbury and Clarke. Each of these dealt brilliantly with different aspects of humanity's relationship to the universe.
Asimov dealt with humanity - what does it mean to be human in the metal shell of a robot or a citizen of a galactic empire or on an operating table with a blood clot and a submarine in your brain. Clarke dealt with the alien - monoliths and the next steps in human evolution and all the wonders we would pass by in space along the way.
But Bradbury dealt in dreams, and what dreams they were. He never forgot that thirteen was the most special age to be. When you read Ray Bradbury at age thirteen like I did, with Neil Armstrong stepping down on the surface of the moon on the television in the background, your life is changed forever.
Thanks for the dreams, Ray Bradbury. I dream them still.
I am an old-school sci-fi fan that grew up on the ABCs of the genre ...
Well, before this dissappears off of the front page, I just had to chime in since I feel this topic deserves more than just a single comment from us here at B42.
I do have to admit, however, that Ricky put things so well, I doubt I can add anything of equal caliber. So here it is... an over-worded ""YEAH, What HE Said!"", I know... but I felt it was needed.
