Mark Boyett

Mars was a distant shore, and the men spread upon it in waves. Each wave different, and each wave stronger. Bradbury's Mars is a place of hope, dreams, and metaphor. Of crystal pillars and fossil seas, where a fine dust settles on the great, empty cities of a silently destroyed civilization. It is here the invaders have come to despoil and commercialize, to grow and to learn. First a trickle, then a torrent, rushing from a world with no future