Eighty days post-Helios and things are looking hopeful. If you are a ruthless gangster trying to take control of the gasoline trade, things are looking hopeful. If you seek transportation and don't mind traveling in an antique coal-burning choo-choo or a creaking World War 2 plane, things are looking hopeful. If you are a former Supreme Court clerk and want your old job back in the first city to boast a rebuilt power-grid, things are looking hopeful. If you are Joel McConnell and want to surprise your girlfriend with a marriage proposal, complete with an impromptu honeymoon which happens to coincide with a speculative business opportunity, things are also looking hopeful. But only if you don't understand the cesspool of corruption you are about to be coerced into cooperating with. And if you are one of the ruthless gangsters who has decided Joel is a thorn in your side which needs to be removed, things are also looking hopeful—especially when he stumbles right into your trap.