With a bit of time to kill before a flight, I wandered into the news stand in terminal C at the San Jose airport, thinking that a paperback might catch my eye. After a few minutes of looking, I noticed something odd: There was no science fiction. Plenty of the usually horror, detective, and dysfunctional family fare, but no sci fi. I looked again, and eventually found two—a single copy of Greg Bear’s Eon, and one other from an author I didn’t recognize with a heavily recycled plot line that I did. They did have a copy Halo, which I suppose is arguably science fiction. But come on! The gateway to Silicon Valley, and no sci fi? That’s just wrong.