“I really think they have a problem with ideas at the Every,” Wes said. “That’s why they buy them. We knew this.” “Right, but then something strange happens. They buy companies, and they buy the people who came up with the ideas from those companies. Then those people come to the Every and their brains die. Is it complacency? The fatted calf?” “It’s fear.” “Yes, but it’s not just fear. It’s an involuntary reaction to the frozen atmosphere there. Like when testicles shrink in cold water. They retreat.”
