"All these people are here for me?" Stanley asked.
Brant nodded. "Miles of them."
"I thought I was supposed to be a freak."
"No, you're a celebrity," said Veronica. "Now stand up and make thousands of people happy."
Stanley was almost too dazed to get to his feet. This was incredible. He was a zombie, for God's sake!
He stood up through the small section of open roof and waved at the crowd. Their cheers intensified a hundredfold.
They'd gone over the security precautions beforehand. Supposedly lots of highly trained individuals were monitoring the crowd very closely, and at the first sign of trouble Stanley would be given the signal to duck back down into the limousine. Stanley had personal safety concerns, but still, he had to trust that Project Second Chance would do everything it could to protect its investment, and he sure as hell didn't want to spend the rest of his life underground.
The limo moved slowly down the street, flanked on all four sides by police cars with their lights flashing. Stanley waved, blew kisses, and hoped that his smile wasn't too creepy.
Some college-age girls were holding a banner that read "WE LOVE