A writer I met last week at a Writing Symposium told me that if publishing houses even see Science Fiction on a manuscript, they immediately toss it in the return to sender bin. Granted, this unpublished woman might be a little angry, having sent in three different Science Fiction novel synopses and sample chapters multiple times, which were always rejcted. This woman also told me that I wasn't killing enogh people, boasting that his novel killed 100,000,000 Chinese. Apparently he has no regard for the future when he kills that many. I described to him the myriad problems that would arise if, for instance, you saved Titanic from sinking.