>>8379
>scorn the old men who like their dangerous! loud, polluting,
>old men
>dangerous
>2059
>Jacob climbs into the cab of his car. He is tired.
>tired not with sleep! but with the monotonous routine. Wake up, drive car, do work, drive car, get groceries, drive car, sleep…
>to be exact, he doesn't drive his car. Self driving cars became mainstream around 2042, everyone has them now. It's a part of life. Nobody learns to drive, and Jacob doesn't even know what a steering wheel it. He's heard of them, but never actually saw one. He fantasizes about them sometimes.
>He sighs as he climbs into the cabin. It's a tranquil looking thing, no sharp edges or anything. You'd swear it was made of foam just looking at it.
>it's late. The electric motors hum as it carries Jacob through the lonely roads. He stares forward, as if in a trance.
>A soft rumble snaps him out of it. Was there something wrong? Was the car broken? Did it need new parts? How does this car work, anyways?
>The sound rises. He begins to think of it as nothing.
>The bright blue car squeals around the turn. It's gone before Jacob even reacts to it.
>Next, a dark red one, with headlights that come up, almost pop up out of the front.
>A green one that makes a chugging sound.
>A black and white one with a foreign language on the side
>One with a big wing
>One with a big sound
>As Jacob watches them pass, he notices they all consist of older men, in their fifties at least. As they pass, Jacob feels a deep longing in his gut, and and imaginary wheel almost appears in front of him.