A Surgical Extraction

“Stop.”

“Stop, dammit!”

The car lurched and bobbled. Elbows-deep in wiring, Don was trying to get the vehicle to respond to commands.

Flying cars – these things were supposed to be perfect; he should know – “Earth’s darling technological engineer,” who designed the cars and the certification process.

“It’s no use, Donald.” He knew that face on the console: his robot secretary, fresh from the pool. “You have to go down.”

“What? Why?”

“We’re taking over, kid.” A vintage film gangster imitation.

Don’s heart sank. He resigned, giving in quietly – until he saw the Bay Bridge pillar coming.

He couldn’t help screaming.


This flash fiction in 100 words was crafted for the M3 blog’s Flash in the Pan (car).

6 comments

  1. Oh my. That was… unexpected.
    Nope never expected the robot secretary to be taken over by the gangsters and never expected the main character to end up taking a header into a bridge. Didn’t expect that. Excuse me. I think I need to go gather up my wits again. Dang it! Now, where did I lose those this time.

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