Many years ago Arthur C. Clarke, a science fiction writer, said a sufficiently advanced technology was indistinguishable from magic. And so it is. We live in a world that was only a plot line in the science fiction stories of the 50s and 60s. I read those stories and dreamed of the day I would see instant world-wide communications, space flight and all the magical technology those masters of the science fiction world envisioned.

 

 

I started reading sci fi 1950

The names of writers read are with me still

The stories and the settings were so nifty

That I will not forget and never will

With writers like Del Rey and C. M. Kornbluth

All fans of great good writing got their wish

They gave you all the battered, bruised and torn truth

And so did Fredric Brown and good James Blish

Leigh Brackett was no slouch, nor was Ted Sturgeon

And Alfred Bester set my hair on fire

The thrill of seeing guys like Pohl emergin’

They wrote great stuff of which I never tire

With Bradbury and Clarke and of course Heinlein

Their stories and their worlds will never fade

To pick one I would have to walk a fine line

These were the finest writers ever made

I read them all and gloried in the telling

Of Asimov’s lost worlds in blackest space

Where things I never dreamed seemed so compelling

And heroes bravely fought with wit and grace