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Welcome to the third edition of The Encyclopedia of Science Fiction. Our aim is to provide a comprehensive, scholarly, and critical guide to science fiction in all its forms.
Weird things I found out: There was a subgenre of pop songs throughout the 40s and 50s about World War III, prominent enough that they actually had their own nickname.
Insert your own Fallout jokes here...
Old MacArthur has the power to stop those murderin' thieves
And he’ll make them sorry for their underhanded schemes
Just leave it to the general for he really has the nerve
To give no good Communists just what they deserve
There'll be fire, dust and metal flying all around
And the radioactivity will burn their playhouse down
If there's any Commies left they'll be all on the run
If General MacArthur drops an atomic bomb
The science guys, from every clime They all pitched in with overtime Before they knew it, the job was done They'd hitched up the power of the gosh-darn sun They put a harness on Old Sol Splittin' atoms, while the diplomats was splittin' hairs
Oh why, oh, why should love ever come To couples, like you and me Whose cold, cold wars are never done And whose hearts just can't be free Oh let's do right or let's just say we're through I just can't stand another cold, cold war with you
Well, when we get together, clear away the crowd There won't nothing left except a mushroom shaped cloud Radioactive mama, treat me right Radioactive mama, we'll reach critical mass tonight
There was-a thirteen women and only one man in town Thirteen women and only one man in town And as funny as it may be The one and only man in town was me With thirteen women and me the only man around
Old Uncle Ben, everybody's friend, sits in there with his gun The streets are all deserted now, did you see those people run? You hold my hand, I understand the sickness has begun And if we live or if we die our hearts will beat as one
We've got a true blue red flying overhead Waving free to see us through The only red we want is the red we've got In the old red, white and blue
