Life on earth was doomed unless Rock could find an antidote to whatever contagion had begun to overrun everything. He was not in any way qualified for his task, but there was apparently no one else left who had any chance to help.
There was something else he had agreed to do. Elaine Gimblet had tried to tell him something about it, but surely this saving-mankind business was more critical than anything she would have arranged. Rock wasn't certain of anything, except that he needed something to eat.
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