Fear. You’re supposed to be afraid. Oil reserves are low, and if that’s not enough, think of the rust. If those were to fail, not even the oil reserves could

Fear. You’re supposed to be afraid. Oil reserves are low, and if that’s not enough, think of the rust. If those were to fail, not even the oil reserves could help us. That, or Marguerita and Jonathan rubber-stamped Timothy’s work without reading it. Two editors, and that was the last sentence.