"How's that feel? Helping strangers--aliens--come in and make slaves of everyone you know? Family. Friends. People across the country, in other parts of the world you've never met? Old men, old ladies. Children. Reading comic books one day, dead or picking away in an ore mine on some GrassoGolandoGoro moon the next." The 1950s: Private eyes. Jazz. Juvenile delinquents. Scandalous crime and horror...