"'You have created a situation which threatens the texture of the whole Hyperverse. Death is almost too soft a punishment for you all!’
To say that they had absolutely no idea of what she was ranting about would be an understatement. However, the words death and punishment did go some way to regaining their attention.
‘And what does all this have to do with Derrick? David gave her his fiercest stare. It was all very well blaming them for all sorts of stuff just like adults did when they didn’t really know what they were talking about. But the fact remained that their friend was missing. Maybe even dead. Maybe she didn’t know where he was.
‘And what did you mean, upset the whole program?’ His thoughts were a jumble.
‘What?’ She was still angry in that grown-up way they were only just beginning to comprehend. ‘Program? Oh come on, surely you’ve caught on by now. Did you actually have your eyes open on the last two occasions you interfered with space and time?’
She glared at him as if he was the biggest simpleton in the dimension, or Hyperverse, which was what he was beginning to feel. Then sort of smiled in that annoyingly patronising way adults did when they felt so superior.
‘The program. The Program. Everything is a program. You didn’t really think that this,' she waved her hands expansively, presumably encompassing the dimension, or Hyperverse, ‘came about naturally did you? No, it’s all a program, a very sophisticated computer program. And you three, plus your missing friend can consider yourselves viruses. And you know what happens to viruses. You use a virus killer, and puff. They’re dead!’"
It's not looking good for my lads.
Here's my nearly finished cover for the book. It's not from a photo. It's all my own work.
The bus's strange means of locomotion becomes clear as the story progresses.