Override

Blurred lights and buildings streaked by as they flew through the dark night. He had to tap into the car’s mainframe, rewrite a few lines, and leave his signature code, in order to produce this kind of speed. She wasn’t impressed though. Said she could replicate that code in her sleep. He’s never seen anyone else do it before though and frankly hasn’t seen another car achieve the lightning speed his cars can. Sure, it was common enough for people to access and edit small things here and there. Kids love to reprogram the cabin lights to flash and move and shift colors in beat with the music. Little things like that to impress girls. But the depth he had to reach and the layers upon layers of firewalls and safety enforcement code he had to pierce is unheard of. Just to transport people quickly. The jobs were usually get-aways and he was paid well for them. What they were getting away from, he would never ask. His job was to find a car, program the quickest and lightest traffic route from extraction to drop off, and make that car go ungodly fast.

He let her indifference roll right off. He had a job to do and he was doing it well. They sat across the open cab from each other, him staring out into the night. There was no real need for him to be there. It was an additional service he offered and most liked to pay top dollar for him to be present. It set their minds at ease. If something went wrong, he would be there to override and reprogram and get things working again. But nothing ever goes wrong.