"To the Airport!"

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Humor  |  House: Booksie Classic


Ah, the wonders of the modern day!

Submitted: July 08, 2018

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Fred (Dave) Squires was running late. He rushed around his apartment, gulping coffee and swearing, this shit was hot, but it couldn't be helped, he had no time for letting it cool, and if he hadn't been so freaked about getting to the airport so he could fly to Denver for his important meeting, he may have thought to add a few ice cubes to it, so he didn't suck down a flame thrower every time he guzzled his coffee. He HAD to leave, like yesterday, he slammed down the almost-empty cup, coffee slopping onto the counter, made a desperate grab for his coat, locked and slammed the door behind him, and frantically swept the road only steps from his apartment with his eyes. Seeing no taxi's, he was in a panic. Just when he was about to give up and accept the inevitable, that he would be late, and it was his own fault, he spotted one coming towards him. With a sigh of relief, he started waving his arm to hail it. 
 
The taxi signaled, slowed, and pulled up to the curb in front of him. Fred couldn't believe it, there wasn't a driver in sight. Maybe he hadn't seen the driver bend down to pick up something from the floor? Then he noticed a sign in the window proclaiming this was a new kind of taxi, self-driving, What? Of all the moronic ideas. He was just about to look for another cab, when he glanced at his watch. Damn, that late already? There was no other choice, not if he wanted to stay employed, he told himself, and got in the cab, ignoring the voice in his head screaming, "don't!" He wasn't sure what he should do now. Then he noticed a sign that said, "Clearly state your destination." 
 
"The Airport," he said. Immediately, the car pulled back out on the roadway proper, and then flipped a u-turn, and headed directly away from the airport.
 
"Hey, I said go to the airport!," he sputtered. He was shocked to hear a computer-generated voice say, 
 
"I can't do that, Dave"
 
"Well then, pull over and let me out!" he said in a panic. Why, oh why hadn't he listened to the inner-voice warning him not to get in? And how had the computer known his nickname? Come to think of it, he hadn't SAID his real name, let alone his nickname. Then, he heard the telltale heart sound of the electric door locks locking. He quickly tried to unlock it, but there wasn't enough to grab. He was trapped.
 
"I can't do that either, Dave," came the matter-of-fact canned voice. 
"My name is Unit 9000, but you can call me Hal."
 
Fred panicked as his apartment, his city, and his hope receded from view.
 


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