They told me that smart cars were the way of the future.
I wish now that I had never listened.
I’m trapped inside; my own coffin on wheels. The automatic door locks are no longer responding to my fingerprints. My voice commands go unheard. I’m not sure where we are going. I just know that I dread arriving at our destination.
My wife, she tried to stop it. She got left behind miles back, nothing more than a strange stain on the pavement.
It’s playing soothing music now. To calm me, I suppose, as we roll on into the night.