All the cars are gathered in one place. They shake and jostle. Drivers are trapped inside, doors so close to the next that none can be opened. Mouths open and close inside, fists gradually bloody.
Groups of urban cars have done this sort of thing for many years, hushed up by local politicians and the auto industry. At that time it was all random, a flash mob of cars.
But now that cars have carphones, GPS, scheme with each other though those sharkfinlike protrusions on top, … Now they can plan.
Now they can plan.
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