The three of them re-entered the auto-cab; Nat started it up and they drove on past the gasoline station and the old chupper, who stood expressionlessly, watching them go as if he had once more become inert, turned off like a simulacrum, a mere machine. “Wow,” Molly said, and let out her breath raggedly. “What the hell was that?” “Expect more,” Nat said briefly.
