Obce upon a time, late 80s to early 90s, I read a professionally published sci-fi piece where the premise was the crew of a human exploration ship finding the ruins of alien world after alien world where civilization had fallen and eventually everything not sealed inside super-tech metamaterials was devoured by the ever escalating war of evolution between weeds and bugs, having been kickstarted during that world's golden age by pesticides and engineering of monoculture crops. I'm reasonably sure it was part of a multi-author omnibus paperback, and from the style may have been written a decade or so earlier, but probably not before the mid-60s. That may of course be completely off.
I'd hardly call it some landmark in my life, but it occasionally pokes its face out and makes an annoyance of itself, like trying to put a name to the face of an old schoolmate you might have talked to twice but definitely not three times.
I'd hardly call it some landmark in my life, but it occasionally pokes its face out and makes an annoyance of itself, like trying to put a name to the face of an old schoolmate you might have talked to twice but definitely not three times.
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noli esse culus
noli esse culus
