Finally finished reading Ned Bauman's Venomous Lumpsucker, set in an unnervingly close future in which an Extinction Industry has arisen in response to the runaway collapse of life on Earth.
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Vibrant and angular prose grapples throughout with our variously inadequate responses to the sublimity of extinction. This is done with great humour and perhaps most alarming is how probable the many absurdities in this book seem, including finding myself to be an ancestor of The Hermit Kingdom.
The book opens with some gelatinous projectiles derived from rogue biological synthesis—theres a vibrant, amorphous and often unnerving fleshyness running through the whole book—and closes with an AGI situated somewhere between the benevolent and deistic.
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