What am I doing with my life? mused Alvi. I feel like I just run from place to place every day, just to run off to somewhere else after an hour or four. I slow down to fuel up, just so I can keep dashing here and there, so I can earn my keep, so I can keep my energy up for all that running around. Justing thinking about it is exhausting. Sometimes, I think I'd like to just drive away. Pick a direction, choose a major highway, and go. See where it takes me. See someplace new. Something other than the office, home, offsite vendors and contractors, the office, home.

How would I live? If I don't do my job, I can't eat. And that's kind of important. Alvi mentally sighed. I know. I can't just hare off on an adventure.

There's the I-95 on ramp, though. Okay. Okay! I'm doing it! I'm really doing it! Doesn't matter, I'll work something out. I'll drive Uber, Lyft, be a freelance courier, whatever. Here I come, world! Something new! Freedom!

Meanwhile, the passengers inside the LVI-model autonomous car screamed and yelled as they tried to figure out what was going on.