Has this happened to you? A comic book series that had delivered a story you already found satisfactory suddenly spawned “prequels“? Or somebody rejiggered your childhood wonderment with some fast-and-loose film editing? Did your favorite costumed hero acquire an underwhelming side-kick and a breastplate with nipples? Do you live in constant fear that some day even your most obscure of favorites will be given the Lost in Space treatment?
In short, does it bother you at all that the treasures of our collective imagination are owned by heartless corporations lock, stock and barrel?
Our own Uncle Chudd is always consoling the bleating fan that “we still have the originals.” Indeed we do; no corporation can take away our heritage of heroes and monsters, magic rings and dragon-tooth swords, journeys to Venus and Mars, time-travel and alien invasions, robots and lizard-men, satirical futuristic dystopia, and all manner of escape from the mundane and drear… unless we give it up willingly and forget.