“Stop him! Don’t let him go any further!”A girl jumped in front of the wheelchair. “Don’t let him poison our brains! He’s spying on our brains so they can sell us more garbage! Don’t let him do it! Stop him! Stop him!”People moved toward him across the lawns. A crowd gathered around the chair. Faces swung past Nicholson’s eyes. A woman screamed at him from the back of the crowd.“Kill him! Kill him! Tear him to pieces! Show him*what we do to snoops!” A fist dropped. The blows snapped his head back and then forward, past the faces, the lawns, the houses, the big, soft…Suddenly Nicholson knew their secret, their terrifying, overwhelming secret. But could he get out of Greenplace alive and in time to save these savages from themselves?