Beep! Beep! Harold slammed his hand down on the wheel of his hover car. "57 lanes and there's still traffic?" Harold questioned out loud, though nobody was in the vehicle with him. "Yes, Harold, it is a shame. Be patient, you'll arrive to work soon enough," a voice emitted from the console of the hover car. "Oh, yeah? Care to bet your job on it?" Harold asked the
machine. The machine responded dryly, "I am programmed to decline gambling,
Harold." Harold smirked and said, "Forget this." He tumed off autopilot and grabbed the wheel of the hover car. "Harold, what are you doing this is dangerous," said the machine. Harold laughed and said, "Tul show you danger," as he pulled the wheel back and piloted the car straight down through twelve lines of traffic.

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