Science fiction is whatever we're worried
about now, spray painted silver. Our monsters are metaphors for what
scares us most. RUR was about industrial class struggle, Flash Gordon
fought World War II in advance, 1984 was about 1948, and we knew all
those crappy '50s flying saucers were piloted by godless commies. So
what are we afraid of now? Zombies. They stay scary, year after year,
because, what if somehow you yourself became a mindless shambling
thing, just a blind hunger groping around wanting more more more for
no good reason? What if the brains you ate were your own?
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