I did not want to write a story about the invasion of Earth, so I had to create a race capable of living nearby, which meant to either on the Moon, on Mars, or on Venus. I picked Venus.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Now, Venus is an extremely hostile environment, and as such presents a lot of challenges for a science fiction author who wants to create life there. However, as I began to research it more thoroughly, I found myself intrigued by the possibilities the world offers.
Earth might one day soon resemble the planet Venus.
The first stories I wrote when I was 12 were about Mars and landing on Mars.
Going to Mars would evolve humankind into a two-planet species.
If we were to select the most intelligent, imaginative, energetic, and emotionally stable third of mankind, all races would be present.
The whole story of migration and what that has done in interconnecting the planet is obviously something I've written about a lot.
When I was a child, I wanted to... go into space! To go to Mars. I wanted to explore and explore and explore. I wanted to go to the Lost World in South America - I was heartbroken to discover there were no dinosaurs; I still don't accept it.
It is often said that the earth belongs to the race, as if raw land was a boon, or gift.
The Moon and Mars were the two most likely candidates for life in the solar system; what exists beyond our solar system is mere guesswork.
Stories where the author has known very little, but run a computer program that tells him how to construct a planet, and looked up specific things about rocketry and so on, really suck.
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