“Your ancestors arrived in the New World, strong and ready,” she says, “to wipe out whatever and whomever stood in their way.” The Freak raises her hand. “We didn’t do it on purpose, though, right?” The professor smiles. “All depends on your definition of purpose.” The Freak waits for an easier answer. “I mean, accidents are usually fast, right? Can’t say the last four hundred years counts as fast. Can you?”
