
by Ken MacLeod
RAWLISTON SPRAWLS; from space it's a grubby smudge, staining the glassy clarity of the atmosphere along fifty kilometers of coastline.
As the humans of Earth finally achieve space travel, they discover that the universe is filled with an infinite variety of intelligent alien life and that they have become pawns in the deadly wars of the alien gods.

2 August 1954
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