“Siri™, drive me home,”
Carol reclined while the Rambo’s™ dashboard flared with a choice of movies matching her taste. The ez-drive™ whirred her gently through commuter-lightworm.
She didn’t need distractions and started with dinner. Checking her Freezy™ she opted for TripleCheesePasta™ and with a few clicks RoboChefBob™ gave her a thumbs-up;
Food would be served upon her arrival.
Fourteen minutes and thirty-seven seconds later, she was seated by the CookEazyTable™. Eating with Hologram-Tinder™-proposals flexing their muscles, she swiped left, again and again.
Extinguishing the Simu-screen™ she sighed:
“Siri™, I need a book.”
Siri™ gasped while faraway the LunaSiren™ began wailing.
OK, the only thing I saw in the picture was the road and thought about a life with self-driving cars, where I realized we might be on our way to create our new version of an updated dystopia.
Friday Fictioneers write on any topic to the same picture every week and Rochelle set the standard and selects the picture. If you want to read more stories click on the cyberfrog below.