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THE LAST DAYS OF MAN Under a dying sun, monstrous sentient plants and carnivorous insects are the predators. Man is the prey...
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Epic, bleak, plot-driven and grave.
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“Wszystko rosło, posłuszne niezbywalnemu prawu, rozpychając się i wyrodniejąc w swym pędzie do wzrostu. Temperatura, światło, wilgotność – te nie zmieniały się, pozostawały takie same od… nikt nie wiedział, od jak dawna. Nikogo już nie obchodziły doniosłe pytania zaczynające się od „Jak długo…?” lub „Dlaczego…?” Tutaj nie było już miejsca dla rozumu. Tu było miejsce dla wzrastania, dla roślin. Jak w cieplarni.”
**Brian W. Aldiss (1925–2017) was an English writer, artist, and anthology editor, best known for his science-fiction novels and short stories. His byline typically reads Brian W. Aldiss or Brian Aldiss, with occasional pseudonyms in the mid-1960s. His work in the genre includes novels such as The Malacia Tapestry and Finches of Mars, which reflect his sustained engagement with speculative themes.**
Closest on the same fourteen dimensions, from everything scored on Taste Buds. Other media included when they land close.