The Futurological Congress
Pocketbok. Futura . 1st uppl. 1977.
Gott skick.
Back from space and hardly recovered from space-lag (which makes jet-lag seem positively pleasant in comparison) Tichy finds himself volunteered as a delegate to a conference on the population explosion. What does he know about the explosion, except how to help it along?
Then, housed in the 116-storey conference hotel, he begins to notice odd things about his immediate environment, and finds himself uncovering a state of affairs which he would really prefer to know nothing about.
As usual Stanislaw Lem's science fiction somehow manages to combine hard-core science with an ironic view of the human animal which is wholly delightful, if uncomfortably accurate.
