the Escalade and connects the jumper cables to its massive black battery.
âI thought she should get a nice, efficient little Honda Civic to run around the city in,â he continues, âbut apparently people who live in our neighbourhood donât drive Hondas . Apparently she feels â empowered ââ â he makes quotation marks in the air with his fingers â âby driving something large enough to generate its own gravitational field. Personally, I blame the feminist movement.â
âHey! Buying a gas-guzzling tank has nothing to do with â¦â
âAw, relax. I just said that to annoy you. Her mother bought it for her. Sheâs got one, too, so theyâre both very empowered . Now, jump into your VW and weâll see if we can get you empowered , too.â
Hippie Avenger climbs onto the frayed driverâs seat of the Microbus and turns the key. After a few wheezy, laboured turnovers, the little engine sputters, coughs, and then begins running earnestly. Its irregular burbling is music to Hippie Avengerâs ears; she wonât be trapped in the suburbs for the weekend, nor will she have to endure the trip to the cottage in the Death Star with The Statistician and Time Bomb.
âShit!â cries The Statistician from within the SUVâs cavernous plastic and fake-wood interior. âEverythingâs gone dead! What the â¦?â
Time Bombâs eyelids flutter, and she mumbles sleepily, âJump-starting another vehicle can trick the ATS into disabling the onboard computer so the engine wonât run.â
âATS?â
âAnti-Theft System.â
âYou didnât think to tell me this until now?â
âYou need a special electronic gizmo to reset it,â Time Bomb says. âItâll be tough to find a mechanic who can do it, since itâs the long weekend. I guess weâll just have to stay home.â She pauses before adding, âDarn the luck.â
Hippie Avenger wanders over beside the open driverâs-side window of the Escalade. She offers tentatively, âWell, like, if you two want to ride with me â¦â
âIn that thing?â Time Bomb gasps. âMy God! Does it even have CCAPS?â
âSee-see-what?â
âClimate Control and Air Purification System! Air conditioning , for Godâs sake! My hair will be a disaster in this humidity.â
Hippie Avenger says, âThe Microbus comes equipped with a top-of-the-line NAS. Itâs an older technology, but it always works.â
âNAS?â
âNatural Airflow System.â
Soon the old VW is rattling along a northbound highway, humid summer air blasting through its open windows. Hippie Avenger is behind the wheel, and The Statistician rides shotgun.
Time Bomb sneezes three times, âAh-shee! Ah-shee! Ah-SHAH!â , then curls up in a fetal position on the rear bench seat. She grumbles something about âtoxins and allergensâ before falling into a drooling, snoring slumber.
*
They have been on the road for nearly an hour when The Statistician abruptly says, ââMeat is Murder!â, quoting the translucent sticker affixed to the windshield above the dashboard in front of him. âActually, killing another human being is murder . Meat is food. â
â Vegetables are food, too,â says Hippie Avenger, knowing that sheâs chomping on the former high school Debating Championâs bait.
She remembers the time that The Statistician passionately advocated atheism to Teens Need Truth co-chairs SuperKen and SuperBarbie, and then turned around and argued for the existence of God with the vociferously atheist Psycho Superstar. When everyone else proclaims to be liberal, The Statistician is conservative. When they are warriors, heâs a pacifist. When they are socialists, heâs a capitalist.
âHumans are omnivores !â he says, the volume of his voice rising.
Madeleine Urban ; Abigail Roux