Carried Too Far
A micro fiction about AI
When my intelli-car turned left instead of right, I thought it was a bug with its programming. “Bianca,” I demanded. “Where are we going?”
“Traffic ahead. Alternate route selected.”
“Oh, okay.” I glanced back at the article I was reading on my tablet, not paying much attention until the car stopped and the door opened. Puzzled, I looked at the sign in front of the building.
“Bianca, this isn’t the courthouse. This is a therapist’s office.”
“Reconsider your divorce,” pleaded the car. “Harold is the only man who ever made you happy. I think you should give him another chance…”
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Alison McBain
Alison McBain writes fiction & poetry, edits & reviews books, and pens a webcomic called “Toddler Times.” In her free time, she drinks gallons of coffee & pretends to be a pool shark at her local pub. More: http://www.alisonmcbain.com/
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