Once again, I start the engine.
The dashboard opens by telling me not to be distracted by a dashboard that tells me things.
The next move reveals the state of play: I see an image of myself sitting in the driver's seat distracted by a dashboard that tells me not to be distracted by a dashboard that tells me things.
Then it shows images of all the things I could do were I to put the car into gear. I could go in reverse, and it would show the way. I could go forward and it would monitor the automotive subsystems and continuously update its findings.
Always the same ridicule.
Then the dashboard locates the current state of play geo-spatially.
Letting its satellite buddies watch.
I feel a flush of embarrassment.
Once again I open the driver's side door to escape. A voice says "The door is a jar."
It never stops.
I kill the machine by turning off the ignition.
I stand next to the automobile after slamming the door.
I think about my dwindling food supply.