“I’m worried about privacy invasions,” said Oliver.
“Anybody can track your flip phone, Ollie,” countered Cyllvia. “Your flip phone and my iPhone use the same cell towers.”
“But my flip phone cannot access the internet, and that is what the oligarchs track,” said Oliver.
“Where is my tin-foil hat when I need it,” said Cyllvia. She pretended to put a hat on her head, much to the consternation of her companion.
Cyllvia reached the access to the ramp to enter the interstate. “All I’m saying, Ollie, is that if you moved up into the year 2020, you would have all the technology you would need to find Zippy and the Blue.”
The iPhone chirped an incoming message. Cyllvia pulled to the side of the road to read the message. She emitted a guttural sound of delight. “He re-upped the Blue, Ol
