Machine Man (serial)

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When I was fifteen, I was almost killed by a shirtless man in an Audi X3. He came around the corner of the suburban street I was crossing and accelerated toward me. I think he expected me to scurry out of the way. But I didn’t, because I was fifteen, and it was more important to appear tough to strangers than live. I think the shirtless man shared this philosophy, because his car jagged toward me. I was sure I would die. If the vehicle had been anything less than a triumph of modern engineering, I would have. But at the last possible second—a second too late, in a different car—the Audi came to a smoking halt before me.

The driver leaned out the window and screamed abuse. This was when I saw he was shirtless. He wore mirror shades and chunky jewellery, which flew around as he gesticulated. He stabbed fingers in my direction to emphasize points I couldn’t hear over the torrent of perfectly reproduced music pouring from his stereo.

Eventually the shirtless man finished shouting and the Audi swerved around me. I watched it slingshot around the next corner. If anyone had been coming, he would have killed them.

As I walked on,hefted my schoolbag, I decidedrealized that our civilizationwe had reached an important milestone. We had begun making better machines than people.

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