The truck was no longer in the current he had entered the zone through, which was not something he had discovered by intuition so much as by an orca volunteering the information at no extra cost.
He steered out of the displacement while the impact was still working its way through the chassis, tracking his new position from the way water slid past the windows.
The current he had been shoved into was slower. The water moved differently there, and the truck had to push harder to keep going. The orca had thrown him two lanes to the left, and the fastest current now sat two lanes to his right.
The orca itself had kept going along whatever direction it had chosen and was already out of sight.
He noticed that, and found it interesting in the way one finds a knife interesting.
The orca had a mind of its own. It had not doubled back. That made it an obstacle with habits, and anything with habits could eventually be used, which was more useful than simply being avoided forever.
