Penny was checking her phone’s texts as her smart car cruised along the highway.
There was a high-pitched ding followed by a message from HotBoi752. “I’m tired of being ignored. I deserve better.”
She rolled her eyes. “AI dating? What was I thinking?”
The car began to accelerate. “What the hell?” She flipped the switch for manual control and pumped the breaks. The car only went faster, speeding toward an eighteen-wheeler. Penny hit the unlock button and yanked the door handle. It didn’t budge. She started screaming.
Her phone dinged again. Her eyes flickered down.
“We should see other people.”
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