You would have made Touma Kamijou (CENSORED) to Hewyood Floyd and then made Haruhi Suzumiya (CENSORED) to Hari Seldon after have (CENSORED) his b**bs and the story then would not have been so half-bad as it is.

Iain M. Banks would have solved all this mish-mash in two chapters with a good genocide all along the far, far away galaxy and you know it.

See, this is far worse than the most bad Barry Malzberg's forced sex scapades and Peter Jairus Frigate's two-bit follios. Heh, this is even boober than Charlie Jane Anders' feeble attempts to legitimize frakfiction as legitimate literature (The Plot Against the Inhuman Species).

"Made by the men who sent us to the ... Pellucidar" or How I Learned to Love Edgar Rice Burroughs' Racism and Cease to Care About The Bomb.

Ha ha Blue Thunder reference. Nice!

Haha! Don't call me Shirley!

Lensmen, really? I hoped all the wave of LGTQBI people also helping sh*t the pseudoliterate field of science fiction would have been a better choice to write a wreck than this... still life.

Otherwise, Gully Foyle (CENSORED) Rod MacFun and Lincoln Powell (CENSORED) Johnny Ricure in a properly manly way.

Because it's the only way our "lemon" love-hated story can go on Elwin.

If you don't like it why do you keep commenting? Moron.

Even George Pal two-bit pseudoscientific fiction was more likeable than this thing for Glimmung, Klono, Boonta, Ifni and the Great Maker's nine trillion names.

Meet the extraordinarious adventure of Johnny Ricco Zex Zlave in Klendathu, the new power to claim Earth (after the Gern, Prador, Shongairi, Wersergor, Partussy...invasiones). Gee whiz you sci fi freaks are sorta sick and cannit git a live matey.

Get a life'ahn bur'n all that sci-fi nonsense you've rottened your life with.

Hiya. Rather than stick to landing you stick to our collective asses quite the painful way.

"The best of SF of..." never actually. SF is a bottomless pit where people love sh*t each other, the worst toxic fandom you'll ever met if you're unlucky enough.