Life Is Hard. Then You Die. Then

Star Trek' Is The Mcdonald's Of Science Fiction; It's Fast Food Storytelling. Every Problem Is Like Every Other Problem. They All Get Solved In An Hour. Nobody Ever Gets Hurt, And Nobody Needs To Care. You Give Up An Hour Of Your Time, And You Don't Really Have To Get Involved. It's All Plastic.

The Computer Has Evolved Into A Partner, A Tool, And An Environment--not Just In Science Fiction, But In The Public Consciousness As Well. Computers Are No Longer Malevolent Iron Brains That Manufacture Tyrannical And Oppressive Answers; They Are Not A Way To Think, They Are A Place From Which To Think. The Computer Is An Environment In Which Answers Can Be Sought, Created, Manipulated And Developed.

What I Wish Is That People Would Look Beyond The Tribbles And See I've Written Some Other Books That I Really Would Like People To Notice. There's The Man Who Folded Himself, There's The Martian Child, Which Is About My Son And The Adoption. There's The War Against The Chtorr, Which Is My Magnum Opus, My Great Epic Story.

I'm Frustrated With Hollywood And Television And The Movies Because They See Science Fiction As An Excuse For Eye Candy, For Lots Of Great Special Effects.

The Most Useless Job In The World Is That Of The Critic. That Is A Prejudiced Statement. I Admit It. I'm Prejudiced. I Hate Critics. ... And Now, As The Saying Goes (yesterday, I Couldn't Even Spell Critik), And Now I Are One.