CyberDrive 2: Deadly Web Sight

As he looked at his wife, her features became more symmetrical. Makeup appeared, and her hair took on an unnatural shine. A button appeared near her ear, reading “Upgrade now for €2.99!” He took out the contacts, put them back in the charger, and turned out the nightlight.

He wished he could afford to remove the ads from his iLenses, but it would cost nearly a quarter’s wages. Instead he had to ignore pop ups all day long. The worst part was hoe tempted he was by some of them.

Having robotic vision did have its perks though and that was made perfectly clear to Frank the night he had his car stolen by the Miami Mischief Machines.

The machines, with their state of the art object detection systems, were able to recognize Frank's 1975 Buick LeSabre as an optimal item for the underground chop shop run by Sookie the Bookie. And thus it was that these robot robbers made away with the one thing he truly loved.

The Buick, affectionately called Dorothy, was on his mind all day. He had noticed her missing right away. Only a shiny oil stain left behind. He suspected Skokie the Bookie’s robots. Revenge would be sweet he thought, as he reached into his costume closet and pulled out his cape.

He would rescue his beloved car. He dove from his window, cape secured, and glided to his destination: the Bookie's lair. Sure enough, a peek around the back confirmed the Buick's presence. It was chained to the ground in the backyard.

He landed like a cat on the car’s roof. Instantly the car alarm sounded. A spotlight blared on, the bright beam blinding him, pinning him to the roof of the car. He heard the thudding I’d several pairs of footsteps running toward him and slid deftly off the car, drawing his gun

and counting the bullets on his weapon, one,two,three,four shots, four men on the floor. He ran as fast as he could to reach the wire fence. A meter from his freedom and an explosive sound behind him. He looked down, put his hand on his chest. It was cold then black, then nothing