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Science Fiction- Michael was quite young when he discovered that some of his playmates bled if they cut themselves, and some didn’t. For a long time, he didn’t think about it.nor did it seem strange to see zeppelins being attacked by jet fighters above London’s force field, or glimpse queen victoria walking with Winston Churchill in the mall. Not at first. But later he thought about these things-he couldn’t help it. The world was real, and yet unreal. It was all desperately worrying. So Michael and his friends formed a society to investigate the world around them. Despite the terrible things they discovered, things that made some of them insane, they never actually guessed the truth about the overman culture. Until Mr. Shakespeare told them.

Rura Alexandra, Madam Exterminator, had recently graduated into a 25th century world where men had become biologically less important, where women could reproduce as they wished by cloning and parthenogenesis. Her task was simple - in theory, if not in practice; to wipe out the last few thousand men who had taken refuge in the Highlands of Scotland. But an ambush near Loch Lomond led to rape, and the killing of her fellow-exterminators. And Diarmid MacDiarmid, the last remaining rebel chieftan proved too much of a fascination...

1957 science fiction novel by British author Edmund Cooper. First published in Britain under the title, "The Uncertain Midnight." He was an anachronism... He was a twentieth centyry man who, by a freak of chance, survived to see an age in which working had become a social disgrace; an age in which culture and the arts reigned supreme; an age of mannered ladies and gentlemen, perfectly waited on and cared for by androids - the man-like creations of their own genius. The higher grade androids were doctors, engineers, politicians and personal "companions" to each and every human being. And in whatever they did, they were perfect. No one had to worry about them. For the first time in history, man had completely freed himself from the problems of EXCEPT... When paerfect manchines, with perfect performance, are made to perfectly resemble man - who needs man?