She sighed. "Look, I saw the sky turn black when I was a kid—I saw it turn black as the ace of spades! It didn’t last, though. It was just a big dust bowl. Even if the F-6 is really awful, somebody somewhere would survive. Millions of people, billions maybe. They’d just march into some fucking salt mine, with the chlorophyll hack and some gene-splicing and some superconductives, and as long as they had their virching and cable TV, most of ’em would never even notice!"