"Pseudo-H Bombs," the girl snapped.
Of course. Just as money had to be backed by gold or silver reserves, every pseudo bomb or mock-gas had to be backed by the real thing which, after its representative had been used, was dismantled, neutralized or retired. International inspection saw to that.
"There's enough here to blow up the whole world ... if they were real," Danniels said.
The girl pointed out into the chamber. "Those are real."
Each nation had many times over the nuclear armament necessary to destroy human life. There was enough for that right in this vault—both in reality and in the Games.
Danniels stopped drifting and took a course. He stopped observing and began to act. There was a mob in action.
Even if they did somehow manage not to kill off the population with the fallout they were engineering, they would ruin farmland, create new recessive mutations.
Famine would cease to be a psychological affliction for half the world and become a physiological reality instead ... for all the world.
He had failed in his plans to end the psychological Famine because of his own attunement to the Broadcasters. He wouldn't fail in stopping the new physiological Famine.
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