" It's... no, nothing." She grunted, turning from the screen with her vodka. " I'm starting to think Morris is right. We're just f---ed. Us, Colby, the whole human race." " Maybe," Teagan said noncommittally. " Some days I believe that. I look at this f---ed up bloody world and see we don't be needing the likes of monster-gods with unpronounceable names to come and do the job for us. We do just fine screwing ourselves, don't we? "