Chapter 15 - Neurodivergent Train

The mag-rails used by the bullet trains had been built up in the past fifty years, right after the lobbyists of the automotive industry got offed. Cars were exceedingly rare now, urban and suburban areas using trams and subways and trains, cars left for rural areas or emergency services.

That is to say, the three of us were enjoying a quiet, speedy, calm ride to Seattle, passing by the reforested areas. It was too quiet. The only sound was Bournael munching on pretzel sticks. The train car was just the three of us, and of course the conductor. Although they were in every car. The silence was killing me.

“So… Saul Raymond Luxton…” I spoke up, trying to strangle the silence like you’d strangle an abuser. “What’s the deal with him? Did he end up in Hell just because he’s a capitalist pig?” Bournael stopped munching on his stick at my question.

“He ate people. Whole family did. And not in a sexy way.” His answer made me gulp for a second before sighing.