"I don’t want any damn dinner rolls," Bambakias muttered. His eyes were watering and his face was flushed. "Our wealth disparities are insane," he mumbled into his soup. "We have a closed currency and a shattered economy. We have major weather disasters. Toxic pollution. Plunging birth rates. Soaring death rates. It’s bad. It’s really bad. It’s totally hopeless, it’s all over."