"We would have to make a pile of carbon the size of Mount Rainier. About thirty cubic miles. Imagine a cube a mile on a side, full of this stuff." He rested his hand a little more gently on the carbon jar. "And now imagine thirty of those. To get that done in any reasonable amount of time—let’s say fifty years—you have to imagine a 747 cargo freighter loaded with pure elemental carbon dumping it onto the pile every nine seconds for fifty years , 24/7/365," T.R. said. "Now, maybe someone will make that happen. But they gotta be a whole lot richer and more powerful than everyone sitting around this table put together."