'The last book' was bad enough, but here's an even gloomier piece:
The last woman on Earth
Our deep underground shelter protected us for a long time, but when the life-support systems began to fail, we were obliged to return to the surface.
It was even worse than we had feared. The planet was barren. Not a bird, not an insect, not a blade of grass. What will happen when our survival rations run out? I see only one solution, even though it is one of our most deeply-ingrained taboos.
As the only woman among eight men, I am protected and pampered - for the moment. My companions constantly remind me that I am the sole hope for the future of the human race. They take it in turns every night, each of them no doubt secretly hoping that he will be the one to impregnate me.
But I’m very much afraid that when they finally discover that I, like the planet, am barren, they will eat me.
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