Harlan Ellison, whom I wrote about just the other day, has exited the building.
"Revealed at Last! What Killed the Dinosaurs! And You Don’t Look so Terrific Yourself."
On the whole alternate universe of unfilmed movies that exists only as scripts in a vault somewhere.
SF's big weakness: worlds without much in the way of people.
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