I spun the wheel. Junker Jane groaned as we left the track's smooth embrace and bumped onto crumbling asphalt. The coolant tanks banged against their restraints.
"Because I designed the tracking system for 6x," she said. "I know every blind spot, every sensor gap, every emergency spur that doesn't appear on any map. And I know that if you keep going straight, you've got ten minutes before your license is revoked and your life is over." poly track 6x
I braked. The Junker Jane hissed to a stop twenty feet short of her. The coolant tanks sloshed gently in the back. I spun the wheel
Track 6x began to narrow. The amber lights grew sparser. I killed the autopilot and took manual control, feeling the poly track's subtle warp through the steering column. The rain started—not a clean rain, but the greasy, chemical drizzle that fell in this part of the city. It beaded on the windshield like tiny oil slicks. "Because I designed the tracking system for 6x," she said