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At maybe age 13, I can remember reading H.G. Wells’s War of the Worlds, his Martian invasion classic in which aliens tear up London, under the covers by flashlight while I was supposed to be asleep — and I’ve read science fiction ever since. Ditto dystopian fiction from the time I stumbled