Get rid of your save-the-world fantasies.
Thatís what he had told them. After all, itís hopeless, isnít it?
Climate crashing. CO2 climbing. Biosphere dying. Population exploding. Oil disappearing. Civilizations collapsing.
The final days of the Age of Man. The end of the Anthropocene.
And what could a couple of ordinary people do about it anyway?
Not much, maybe.
Unless they happen to be Buck and Petal.
And you give them ninety days.
Disaster guy Buck Planck and society columnist Petal Steele have ninety days to fix global warming and save the world from the end of oil. This might not be so hard if they weren't stranded on the Greenland icecap in their Speedos and on the lam dodging a bum rap about some stolen nukes.†