"[He] lifted his eyes to heaven. (There is always a last time for everything.) Overhead, without any fuss, the stars were going out." The Nine Billion Names of God. Arthur C. Clark.
The first time I read a vintage Sci-Fi novel I was sixteen, working as the manager of the book department in a quirky little fandom shop, and the genre came at the recommendation of boy I was desperate to impress. I began with Dandelion Wine and The Illustrated Man both by Ray Bradbury and followed those up with Ender's Game by Orson Scott Card. The boy was never impressed with me and that relationship went no where, but my love affair with classic science fiction endures to this day.
I've just started watching a show called Pluribus (from the creator of Breaking Bad) and am truly enjoying this modern alien invasion show, but it has stirred up a hankering to return to some of my favorites from the past. So, I have borrowed a quote from science-fiction legend, Arthur C. Clark for today's post. It's a short story, like many of the sci-fi greats, but it conveys so much in its few words. The outfit and the theme for the post don't really go together, but why do they have to anyway?
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