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100 1 $aDick, Philip K.
245 10 $aUbik /$cPhilip K. Dick.
260 $aLondon :$bPhoenix,$c2012.
300 $a1 volume ;$c20 cm
336 $atext$btxt$2rdacontent
337 $aunmediated$bn$2rdamedia
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500 $aOriginally published: New York: Doubleday, 1969; London: Rapp & Whiting, 1970.
520 $aGlen Runciter is dead ... Or is he?Someone died in the explosion orchestrated by his business rivals, but even as his funeral is scheduled, his mourning employees are receiving bewildering messages from their boss. And the world around them is warping and regressing in ways which suggest that their own time is running out ... If it hasn't already.
655 7 $aScience fiction.$2lcgft
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