now Darker than Black makes sense. And am under a sudden urge to play S.T.A.L.K.E.R. Didnt dig the slavic feeling much, but making me brood a lot. 
 edit: Looking back now, this book has changed the way I perceive the world and sci fi in general. Especially with the uncanny visitation zones and artifacts, kinda like something off a Fermi paradox type 3 civilization. I will just leave this analogy here, replace humans with Visitors and confused animals with humans. 
 A picnic. Picture a forest, a country road, a meadow. Cars drive off the country road into the meadow, a group of young people get out carrying bottles, baskets of food, transistor radios, and cameras. They light fires, pitch tents, turn on the music. In the morning they leave. The animals, birds, and insects that watched in horror through the long night creep out from their hiding places. And what do they see? Old spark plugs and old filters strewn around... Rags, burnt-out bulbs, and a monkey wrench left behind... And of course, the usual mess--apple cores, candy wrappers, charred remains of the campfire, cans, bottles, somebody's handkerchief, somebody's penknife, torn newspapers, coins, faded flowers picked in another meadow.