Chapter 8:
Rather than use his phone to call a rideshare, Randell did the unthinkable. He flagged down a taxi for the trip to the waterfront. This time of day, the surface traffic was light. The ride would be quicker in a cab than by the MBTA.
The phone’s attack frightened the hell out of him. Technology had always been his friend. So many things he couldn’t do without the cell he still carried in his pocket. If such a ubiquitous appliance had been weaponized… the world was about to be thrown back into the Stone Age. What if the whole of the internet was infected? Randell doubted virus software would kill this thing.
The ferry ride across Boston Harbor was pleasant. As a student, he’s never taken the time to head out on the bay. Too much of his time was spent studying. He never even wal
