And oblivious to their presence, the big truck motored away down the interstate.
XV | New WorldCYCAD TREES RUSHED by in a blur, mile after mile after mile of them.
“It’s really all over, isn’t it?” Savanna said, gazing out between the crude wooden slats. “The world, I mean, Our world. It’s gone."
Her hair brushed Roger's cheek. “Yeah,” he said. “I think so.”
She nodded, lost in thought.
They sat in silence for a time, the warm wind flapping their collars. A dragonfly the size of a housecat buzzed past, its cellophane wings vibrating like a radio-controlled airplane. A hazy volcano belched lava in the distance.
Clara Bonner had fallen asleep on the floor, and the cashier sat with his back to yellow straw, a few bails of which were stacked high enough against the cab to prevent the dri
