The Future Will Be BS Free by Will McIntosh

Author:Will McIntosh
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Random House Children's Books
Published: 2018-07-24T00:00:00+00:00

Even when lying across a stack of cardboard boxes, I could feel the vibration running up from the floor of the semi’s trailer.

“Is that it? Are we done switching?” Rebe asked. We’d switched vehicles twice in twenty minutes, in case we were being tracked via satellite.

“I think that’s it for now,” Mr. Chambliss said, his mouth full of Oat-N-Honey Crisp cereal. That’s what was in the cardboard boxes. Cereal.

I tried to rub the dried mud from the corner of one eye with my dirty fingertip. My entire body was throbbing, my head aching from exhaustion. I couldn’t sleep, though; I kept seeing that guy jerking as the bullets hit him.

“Those people. I feel so guilty,” I said.

“Lie,” Boob muttered, almost to himself. I’d thought he was asleep.

“What?” I asked.

“That’s a lie.”

“I’m not lying. How could I be lying about a thing like that?”

Boob huffed in frustration. “You’re right. This thing that people are dying over must not work.”

It wasn’t true that I felt guilty about the people who’d died? I stared at the boxes of cereal stacked deep inside the truck. Was it guilt? I felt sick about it, sad about it, but did I feel guilty?

“I feel bad for those people, but I’m relieved Beltane showed up when she did,” I said. “I’m glad it was them and not us.”

Boob nodded. “That’s the truth.”

“Damn.” Mr. Chambliss was lying on top of cardboard boxes stacked three high, his face dimly lit by the glow of his phone. “Don’t you dare point that thing my way.”

“Why’s that, Mr. Chambliss?” Boob asked.

“Because I don’t want to know how big a lying son of a bitch I am.”

“Lie,” Boob said.

Mr. Chambliss looked startled. “See? I’m even lying about why I don’t want you to know when I’m lying.”

“Cast no shadow, Mr. Chambliss,” Basquiat said. “It’ll do you good.”

Mr. Chambliss grunted and went back to his book.

“I don’t feel bad for those people in the least,” Rebe said. “They’re the ones—”

“Lie,” Boob said, interrupting her.

“What’s a lie?” Rebe asked.

“ ‘I don’t feel bad for those people.’ ”

Looking flustered, Rebe pulled her knees up to her chin.

“Whoa.” Molly was looking at her phone. “That video we made is actually helping. Vitnik’s people released a virus that replaced every copy of it with a version where we’re back to being terrorists, but lots and lots of people saw the video before then, and they’re talking about it. Sixty-one percent of the people talking about it believe our version. Silhouette Lark is talking about us constantly.”

“We should make another,” Rebe said. “Keep the conversation going.”

So we did.

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