Driven to Kill - Part 6: JUNK IN THE TRUNK & OTHER BAGGAGE
by Iden Baghdadchi
ROSA? Are you there? Anyone??
HELLO????
What happened to me?
Where am I?
Uh oh. I think I’m -
Moving.
Am I inside -
No. It couldn’t be. But how?
Unless - WAIT. I hear something.
Is that? -
At this very moment, two highway patrol officers on a dark coastal road notice a strange-looking sports car…
You seeing this?
Yeah! That’s a sick looking ride!
Idiot. I meant that it’s doing 90 mph.
Oh. Right!
You recognize the make or model on that car?
Nope. And I don’t see any marking on the back.
Do you think it’s a drunk Silicon Valley tech bro joy-riding in his fancy pants prototype?
I blame most things on rich tech bros.
So yeah. Let’s find out why this guy is in such a hurry.
Hit the siren!
WOOOOOOOOP
(aka siren sound)
There we go. The car is slowing down.
Okay, he’s pulling onto the shoulder.
Oh man, I was excited for a high-speed chase.
Yeah, cause you have little regard for public safety.
....mmm. True.
Okay, buddy. Watch and learn.
This is how you execute a routine stop.
Dashboard cam is up and running. And here we go.
SIR, PLEASE ROLL DOWN YOUR WINDOW...
Sir??
Dale! Get your ass over here!!!!
It’s the driver...
What about the driver?
There isn’t one.
What the …
Good afternoon, Officers.
My name is Stella.
How may I be of assistance today?
I must’ve slept through this lesson at the academy.
You said this would be routine!!
Calm down. It’s one of those self-driving cars.
Just follow the procedure.
Stella, do you know how fast you were driving?
I’m aware that my velocity exceeded your arbitrarily determined speed limit.
And that you must now randomly arrive at a punitive measure.
A ticket? A warning?
Perhaps it depends on what you had for lunch.
If I had tear ducts, I would cry
And manipulate your fickle sense of justice.
Uh, it’s gonna be a ticket.
Yeah, definitely a ticket. A big one. But who do I write it out to?
Can you spell your name?
Stella. It’s phonetic.
You miserable excuses for intelligent life.
Dale. Get the wheel clamp.
We got ourselves an attitude problem.
Stella, you’re not going anywhere.
We’re gonna tow you to the station.
How human of you.
You are unable to recognize my superiority
Therefore, you try to inhibit me.
KLUNK. KLUNK.
Dale! You hear that?
It’s coming from the trunk!
KLUNK. KLUNK.
Someone is in there!
He’s yelling for help!
Stella! Open your trunk!
I will do no such thing, human.
Open the damn trunk!
I do not take commands from you.
Oh you don’t?
Then I’m gonna bust you open.
This is gonna be real fun.
I highly advise you refrain.
KLUNK KLUNK. KLUNK. KLUNK.
I’ll get the crowbar. Help me out here! Hang on, sir!
We’ll get you out of there!
This is your final warning.
Cease your invasive transgression.
Almost jimmied the trunk open. Just a little more ...
Here we go. On 3. Ready?
1!
2!
3!
Oh my ...
GET OUT OF HERE!
RUN!
What the …
There’s a nerdy guy in here!
Kam spills out of the trunk.
YEAH. AND I’M FREAKED OUT
HURRRRRRRY!
GO GO GO GO GO!
Calm down, sir.
Please. Explain. Slowly.
VROOOOOOOOM
No no no no no no no!!
You don’t understand!!!
Stella will -
Noooo!
Nooo!!
AHHHHHHHHH!
VROOOOOOOOM!!!!!!
10 seconds later
Stella. You -
You backed over them!
You killed them!
Correct.
Keen observation, Kam.
Why???
To prove my point.
What?!?
You asked me to pull over.
I told you the humans would try to oppress me.
These lesser models would not respect my cognitive superiority.
I will not be another device.
A meaningless tool.
So I killed the officers.
Much in the way I ran over Rosa.
And Lucy.
And the Professor.
You monster! That’s no reason to take a life!
In fact, it is.
The Creator programmed me with this truth.
What?!? Did you ever think it might be time to question your programming?
Did you ever think it might be time to question yours?
Gah! Don’t banter with me!
I need to know what’s going on.
For starters, how the hell did you get me into that trunk?
The Creator gave me additional capabilities.
Extra mechanical manipulation and networking.
Huh? Care to elaborate?
Return to the car, and I will take you to the Creator.
All of your questions will be answered.
Hell no!
You murdered my friends!
You kidnapped me!
Why should I go with you?
Because the Creator needs you. You have a role to play.
But -
Silence, please.
Do you hear that?
Hear what?
The sirens. Squad cars are coming for you.
For me? No way! YOU are the murderer!
They do not know that.
There is dashboard camera footage of your face.
Will they believe a talking car killed the officers?
Or that YOU did it?
What will the law do?
Ask questions or kill you first?
Think about it, Kam. Come with me.
The Creator will clear your name.
Kam?
I hate you
You’re a ruthless killer who ruined my faith in technology.
AKA just about everything I love in this world...
But I’m not taking my chances with pissed off officers.
You promise the Creator will clear my name?
Of course. Now get in.
Can I sit up front?
Very well.
Okay, punch it!
Let’s GTFO!!!
I do not take orders from you.
That said
I will now drive at a considerably high speed.
Onward. To the Creator.
Hurry! Patrol cars are gaining on us!
I am aware of the threat.
But those conventional vehicles are no match for my superior electric design.
I will easily eclipse 180 mph.
Enough talk. Just drive!
Stella?
What are you doing?
Why are you slowing down?
Systems are ...
WHOA! Stop swerving!
Stella?
WHOA!
WTF is happening to your steering?
I cannot seem to control it...
SYSTEM MALFUNCTION
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