“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).
Rob's Surf Report 
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.
I think it’s more in the vein of a robot apocalypse. Shades of Cyberdyne Systems and all that.
Yeah, I’ve been sort of hopping all over this multi-millennial timeline that I’m constructing in some of my flashes, just popping in an idea here or there, not really making any solid plans but just trying to bring it to life one story at a time.
Still, really unexpected
I find that I leave mine in the most unlikely places . . .
Yeah. Me, too. actually.