Chapter 18
I LIKE to roll the cruiser through town at a leisurely fifteen miles an hour—especially now, when so many people have gotten used to walking. In the month that we’d been freed from Absolute, I’d also held off from blasting the cruiser’s siren through town. But that didn’t mean I had to.
The siren’s cyclic bellow shattered the town’s quiet while the cruiser’s feral, growling engine swept up the pieces and shoved them into the trash. We hadn’t found any deaf people yet, but just in case, the blue-and-red strobing from the roof made sure nobody could miss us.
Acceptance could communicate between members, using some sort of knock-off telepathy where words stumbled but feelings flowed. They’d made a point of not demonstrating that ability anywhere except the church, and had refuse
