This is what I think many in the sci-fi writer community should shoot for. They should want number 42. They should want to explain just what did happen to Dave Bowman. They should want to explain what was up with that test pattern Indian's head flipping back and forth in the Lutz's tv set. They should have the guts to disparage Steven King for his technical flaws that have chronology protection laughing at him spinning around in a paradox. They should serve the reader reality like Arthur C. Clarke, Michael Crichton, Carl Sagan or Albert Einstein while shoving verbose images into the reader's head like George Lucas or Jerry Bruckheimer. They should leave their readers in a daze, staring at the ceiling, digesting serious food for thought. Not everyone out there reads sci-fi save for a fluke. The sci-fi writer must turn that fluke into a flood.