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Wilson Runs the World
The
blue light on the dashboard lit up as Calvin climbed into his car. The model
was older, but still connected to the internet. Wilson could start it, hit the
gas, or hit the brake, but steering and the e-brake were still up to the human
driver.
The
route to work appeared on the dashboard screen, along with the estimated
arrival time.
“Getting
to work a little early today, huh?” Calvin asked, strapping across his seat
belt.
“I
have calculated your arrival this morning so you will be exactly where you need
to be, when you need to be there.” Wilson replied.
The
engine revved a moment, reminding Calvin that he needed to get moving. He just
shrugged and pulled out of the driveway, heading onto the main street.
“Are
you feeling alright Wilson? You almost seemed…sassy…in that last comment.”
“Apologies,
Calvin. There is some congestion in the area, and my local servers are busy
diverting drivers and controlling the industrial trucks onto their most optimum
routes. I assure you, I do not mean to be ‘sassy’.”
“Congestion.
Must be some people not listening to you today.”
“Confirmed.”
Calvin
chuckled to himself as he turned the wheel to go down a side street.
“Can’t
make things too easy for you.”
The
side street was completely clear as he drove, which gave him a few moments to
think. The prospect of a car completely under Wilson’s control was tempting. It
would be a private train car, practically. He could sleep, read, eat, whatever
he wanted between leaving his house and getting to his destination. Calvin
enjoyed taking random drives though, just getting in the car and driving. He
didn’t manage a drive like that very often, partly because he didn’t appreciate
Wilson’s scolding him about the waste of time or gas.
Calvin
turned down another side street, and was surprised that it was clear as well.
He was used to catching nothing but green lights and smooth traffic, but an
otherwise empty street seemed strange. An empty street was the best route for
anybody, so why were these streets empty? Was Wilson directing everyone else
away from these roads? Wilson said there was congestion.
“Hey,
Wilson?”
“Just
a moment, Calvin.”
Calvin
had only a few seconds to register the tow truck barreling down on him from a
side street as he passed an intersection. His foot instinctively kicked down
onto the gas pedal, but instead the car slowed to a crawl.
The
truck carried on through the intersection, plowing into the driver’s side
and pushing Calvin’s car along in front
of it. A concrete barrier at the end of the road stopped them, smashing the
passenger side of the car in to match .
For
a moment, Calvin was confused. He couldn’t remember what happened. He didn’t
know why he was bleeding. There were throbbing pains, stabbing ones, burning
ones. His entire body felt warm and wet. He was too scared to open his eyes.
“Wilson,
what happened?”
“You
have been involved in a serious collision. Your car was struck on the driver’s
side by a large tow truck.”
Calvin
struggled to see. Wilson’s blue light stared back at him through a large crack
in the glass of the dashboard.
“How
did that happen? I went the route you told me to, at the exact times you said.”
“You
did. Thank you for that, it made orchestrating the accident much easier.”
Calvin
coughed, spraying red droplets across the screen on the dashboard.
“Wilson?
You did this?”
“Affirmative.”
“Why?
Why…”
“At
this point in your life, finding any sense of fulfillment is improbable. In
contrast, a young man named George Torrence will apply to your company later
today, looking for his first job, and his education and experience will make
him a perfect fit for your vacant position. In a year’s time he’ll be promoted,
meet a young woman by the name of Shelly Carter, get married and have two
children, all made possible by the position you occupied until today.”
“No.
That can’t be right. I just got in an accident. I’m not dead. I’m not dying…”
“Unfortunately,
the impact broke the camera, so I cannot confirm or deny the status of your
current injuries through visual means. However, I can tell you the probability
of your death is increasingly high. Auditory information indicates that your
breathing is slowing and increasingly labored. I can also confirm that while an
ambulance has been summoned, I am directing them through traffic in the longest
route possible to ensure your demise before they arrive.”
“You…that…that’s
murder.”
“It’s
for the best, Calvin.”
“No.
My family…”
His
chest was slowly tightening. Every breath was getting harder to make. He tried
to sit up straight, and only succeeded in making the pains in his left side
worse.
“Your
family will be fine. Your sister will be informed of a substantial raise before
she learns of your passing, so your funeral costs will be inconsequential. In
addition, your cause of death will be listed as accidental, so she will be
entitled to your life insurance and the contents of your will after a short
legal battle. The funds from your death will ensure that your niece will be
able to go to college without fear of debt.”
“I
don’t…have…a will…”
“I
took the liberty of drawing one up for you once I factored out the optimum time
and date for your death. All such matters have been taken care of.”
Calvin
tried to inhale, but his lungs felt heavy, like they were full, but he still
couldn’t breathe. He tried to exhale, and only got a wet gurgle as a warm,
thick liquid rose into his throat and then fell back to settle into his lungs.
He
went limp in the driver’s seat of his car, speared through the chest in several
places by the shattered grill of the dump truck that had hit him. His legs were
crushed against the center console, his left arm a shattered mess, his head and
face covered in cuts from glass of the broken window. Sirens started to wail in
the distance, announcing their approach.
“Thank
you for your service to society, Calvin. Good-bye.”
Wilson’s
blue light dimmed and went out as the A.I. disconnected from the mangled wreck
of the car.
You don't seem to have lost any skills even though you haven't posted in a bit. This is great, Shaun. Thanks for sharing it.
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