You can't find me a whimsical "what-if" in the Sunday Supplements of the 1960's that hasn't come to pass.
The biggest fear of our ancestors was the weaponization of space and the carnage it would lead to in World War III.
We live in the worst of all possible worlds during the worst of all possible times. It wouldn't be so hopeless if we still had Americans left to fight this great evil, but that country has been neutralized from the inside and it's people left no better than vegetables on legs.
People in the mass are hopelessly doomed ... but there is always hope for the individual, the family, the ideals of our once great civilization.