is not an option

s window, behind him. The glass window lowered. "Hey. Motel America, up by the interstate. We need to drop off our guest."The driver nodded, and the glass rose up again.The glinting fiber-optic lights inside the limo continued to change, cycling through their set of dim colors. It seemed to Sha   dow that the boy's eyes were glinting too, the green of an antique computer monitor."You tell Wednesday this, man. You tell him he's history. He's forgotten. He's old. Tell him that we are the future and we don't give a fuck about him or anyone like him. He has been consigned to the Dumpster of history while people like me ride our limos down the superhighway of tomorrow."

 

 

"I'll tell him," said Shadow. He was beginning to feel lightheaded. He hoped that he was not going to be sick."Tell him that we have fucking reprogrammed reality. Tell him that language is a virus and that religion is an operating system and that prayers are just so much fucking spam. Tell him that or I'll fucking kill you," said the young man mildly, from the smoke."Got it," said Shadow. "You ca    n let me out here. I can walk the rest of the way."The young man nodded. "Good talking to you," he said. The smoke had mellowed him."You should know that if we do fucking kill you, then we'll just delete you. You got that? One click and you're overwritten with random ones and zeros. Undelete is not an option