by Forrest James Ackerman and Ray Bradbury, Futuria Fantasia (1938)
“ The human race would have gone, had it not been for the record. The fighters of WAR'S END, leaving their machines and countries to congregate for personal combat, were engaging in hand-to-hand attacks in the ruins of what once had been a tall and powerful city in the Twentieth Century, but now lay crumbling, its proud buildings falling to the ground, sticking out iron-rusted skeletons to the sky--and the city was LOS ANGELES! ”
