“Now you’re sure that this is gonna work, right?” asked Clive.
“I calculate the chances of success at ninety-six point nine percent,” Brian answered while tweaking a relay amongst the jumble of wires with his pliers.
“Does that mean that you’re certain?” Dave asked, “Because if you’re wrong, we’ll be oh so terribly much worse off than we are now. It’s not worth the risk. Why can’t we try something simpler?”
“You can’t go carelessly ravaging the planet for hundreds of years and then expect to fix it without some degree of difficulty.” said Brian, checking over his handiwork and comparing it to the pages of schematics by his side.
“But I don’t even understand what you’re trying to do.” Dave said.
“Okay, I admit this is a large degree of difficulty,” Brian said as he shut the access panel he had been working on and stood up.
“Don’t worry, it’ll work,” Clive said.
Brian pressed a series of buttons on the panel. A flash of intense bright light was seen through the portals of the chamber.
“Oops,” whispered Brian.