“Yes, but this means we’re admitting that it’s real.” Duncan-Michaels brought his hand down on the table in a karate chop, and with each phrase chopped again. “That has always been our last line of defense, and then it’s only a matter of time before we have nowhere left to retreat.” “I’m sorry,” I said, feeling the room’s gaze as my tone gained a blade. “Why are we even here then? Did you want us to tell you that all will be well if you just keep running ads extolling the virtues of algae fuels? You’re looking at the birth of a revolution.”
