Though Rafe couldn’t see him, Sullivan frowned. “The government hasn’t done those in a hundred years.”
“Doesn’t matter. People remember. It’s not like on the other side. The ones who didn’t die, the ones who got stuck here when the government cut us off, all they had were the stories to tell each other.”
“But the borders have been open for a while now. You get all kinds of information now.”
“Really? You think so? How much have you seen come through since you’ve been behind them?”
The question forced him to stop and think about it, really think about it, not just accept what he’d been told all his life. Life in the cities was fast-paced, access to anything around the world practically instantaneous. Structure was the rule, not the exception. Tests and schedules when you were young, IDs
