Shiyan’s car talks to me, and I obey, having over 80’d myself on Bay Area freeways – losing the 680 en route from the 880. In the sweet voice of “If you’d like to make a call, please hang up and try again…”

Camry:
Turn left at the next intersection.
Get in the left lane.
Stay on this road.
Exit in two miles.
Get in the right lane.
Turn left in (pause) one half mile.
You are (pause) now at your destination.

It’s like God giving you directions. GPS = God’s Personal Satellite.

I’d like to write a play with the automatic voice as a character.