"And maybe you are all wrong about us!"
"No! If you're against the Company, I can't be wrong. The Company is the greatest blessing the world has ever known—it's made the world a paradise!"
"It has?" She made a snorting sound. "How?"
"By bringing countless blessings to all of us. Countless!"
She was shaking with the effort of controlling her temper. "Name one!"
I swore in exasperation. "All right," I said. "It ended war."
She nodded—not a nod of agreement, but because she had expected that answer. "Right out of the textbooks and propaganda pieces, Tom. Tell me, why is my father in the vaults?"
"Because he has radiation poisoning!"
"And how did he get this radiation poisoning?"
"How?" I blinked at her. "You know how, Rena. In the war between Naples and—the war—"