So that kind of extremism was less of a concern these days. It was just common sense really. Laks could remember a conversation with Uncle Dharmender in a gas station back office outside of Kamloops, where the geopolitics of it all had been summed up for Laks’s edification using cans of oil and a chessboard. "Us," Uncle Dharmender had said, pulling a chess piece—it was a white rook—out of the box and setting it down in the middle of the board. Then, next to it, he had slammed down a quart can of 10W-40. "India. Second-largest country in the world. Nuclear bombs and space rockets." He had then slammed down a gallon of antifreeze. "China. Biggest country. H-bombs." Then another oil can, bracketing the forlorn rook in an equilateral triangle. "You know who. Fifth largest. Plutonium and crazy men." He had looked up at Laks. "What do you think the future of this"—he had plucked out the rook and held it up—"looks like as a so-called independent nation?"