"Thanks," he said, "you over-programmed ashcan. Thanks a lot!"
"I am sorry, Sam."
"Shut upчNo, don't, not yet. First tell me what you're going todo if we find `him'."
"I don't know."
"Well think it over fast. You see that dust cloud ahead of us aswell as I do, and you'd better speed up."
They shot forward.
"Wait till I call Detroit. They'll laugh themselves silly, till Iclaim the refund."
"I am _not_ of inferior construction or design. You know that. Iam just more..."
"'Emotional'," supplied Murdock.
"...Than I thought I would be," she finished. "I had not reallymet many cars, except for young ones, before I was shipped to you. Idid not know what a wild car was like, and I had never smashed _any_cars beforeчjust targets and things like that. I was young and..."
"`Innocent'," said Murdock. "Yeah. Very touching. Get ready tokill the next car we meet. If it happens to be your boyfriend and youhold your fire, then he'll kill us."
"I will try, Sam."
The car ahead had stopped. It was the yellow Chrysler. Two ofits tires had gone flat and it was parked, lopsided, waiting.
"Leave it!" snarled Murdock, as the hood clicked open. "Save theammo for something that might fight back."
They sped past it.
"Did it say anything?"
"Machine profanity," she said. "I've only heard it once or twice,and it would be meaningless to you."
He chuckled. "Cars actually sweat at each other?"
"Occasionally," she said. "I imaging the lower sort indulge in it