Jonathon became the vehicle, activating the cameras and road sensors. The car’s dog brain was intact, and the forward inputs worked perfectly. He could see, feel, and hear the road in front. But the signals from the rear were nothing but static and dull ache. The internal microphones picked up the gunfire and the sound of Grids moaning in pain, but nothing Jonathon could use to get a clearer idea of what was behind the limo.