Sometimes the facts are needed to make things fictional.
Back in the 1960’s, when I was growing up and my best friend was the local library, I spent a lot of time reading. Since I began reading at a fairly early age, a lot of the fare I enjoyed was adult–and most of these books were science fiction.
I admit I’m a Child of the Golden Age of Science Fiction. At the time I began reading the era was dying out, but some of those writers were still around, and some would remain with me for decades to come, though they would have written their last stories, for the most part, by the 1980’s and 90’s. It was a glorious era, filed with inhabited planets in the far corners of the galaxy, robots insane and otherwise, huge fleets of spaceships preparing to do battle . . .
Sure, it was all wild as hell, with writers coming up with faster than light drives…
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