A Corporate Spook

       Vogt quickly got up the rest of the ladder, sat in the ride along seat, and pulled the door closed trapping the corn chaff in the cab.  Wade turned the fan to high in an effort to filter the dust out, turned down the music, and the steering wheel turned on it's own.  He didn't suspend the auto function of the wagon,  the corporate gooks were were all about autonomous function, and he might as well make the right impression.     

Time Trials with Mass and Momentum.

L.J., standing in the cab of the auger wagon, tunes thumping out the dust, going over the commodity report, taking a sip of tea, when the auto drive was triggered by the harvester and the wagon took off like a jerk.  Auto wagon suspend, and he took over the wheel, slowed down, put the cup in a holder, snapped shut the lid, wiped off his face with the bottom of his shirt and made a wide ark, angling in with the rows, positioning the wagon exactly underneath where the harvesters unfolding auger arm would soon be, auto wagon engage. When both the wagon and the harvester synced speed, the harvester's auger started up with a high raspy sound, multitudes of kernels being forced through the arm by the rotating auger.  Splat, just like a giant bean bag had been pitched into the wagon, made the whole rig whence, and dance a jig till it was too full, and had to sit down for the night.  L.J. turned the cab about ten minutes to right to take a look at dusty gold being barfed out of that tube. Wait for.. last trickle, auto wagon suspend, and take off like a yak out of hell.  Fly down the row at twenty M.P.H. with around forty tons of grain in the back.  At the end, slow, make the turn, hop and bounce until lined up with the end row.

Pharmacological Games

  In the tunnel the trucks gain speed and shoot out into the midmorning light as colored streaks of dusty noise, one after the other dispersed into the grid, targeting there destination with scatter shot accuracy.  Bouncing along in the air suspended seat while bouncing with the air suspended cab that was bouncing on the air suspended frame connected to the high flotation tires, you would think would be a smooth ride, and it was, just a floating motion more or less.  The air was on, Jen turned on news talk, and the flat corn desert stretch out like the great dirt sea it is.  Vogt had that glazed look of some one that had internalized, a gamer, Jen was sure she remembered Vogt being a zombie as a kid.  His parent's were pretty well off and he was sure to have been one of the first people with the implant, and it was years before it was implicated in that condition.  Jen glanced over at him - addicted - he was probably on a prescribed game, withdrawals could be deadly, mind breaking events.  So what would've been a promising event for Jen, turned out to be a very quiet ride down 36, strait, flat, corn husks blowing across the road, when the turn at eight hundred east seemed to bounce him out of the coma.  "Close to the site" he said with out moving a muscle. blinking, or seemingly moving his mouth.  Jen call the map up and confirmed.

Combine Rebellion

        Jen had two grain hauler's, she drove one while the other was autonomous,  there were strict rules about heavy bots, including when and where they could run without a operator.  "I think we had the big bot harvester accident, after your time here" He look kind of puzzled, "I don't recall hearing about that".  "well" Jen was almost jovial to have something to talk about," you know that the increase in autonomous cars have led to a transportation revolution, but you might notice that most the heavy farm equipment around here has an operator".  "just got in last night, haven't seen.." " That's on account of the large bot harvester massacre.  It was fifteen years ago this next week that a hideous event took place, no one is sure what happened, a bug in the code, virus, or remote take over.  All the equipment that went on the rampage was heavily damage in the effort of stopping the carnage". "that's horrifi..."! " It all started when a super large bot harvester that p.9 was using, some how stopped responding to the operators commands and took off.  This was before the infection, bot control is more natural now, but back then it required the operator to use a graphical user interface, so he was pushing buttons like crazy and nothing stopped, the large harvester lumbered on, it crossed a highway and ate it's first victims,  a zip car full of old women returning from a trip to the Amish country.  It continued on through the fields, and the odd thing is that every bot it came upon was made uncontrollable and went off on its own separate path of destruction.  The N.M.R.'s home guard was still around back then and called to take down the out of control equipment with anything they had (missiles), but not before two got into town and mowed down everything in their way, killing around ninety people before being blown to bits". Keven was a little wide eyed "I never knew, I've never seen anything about it."  Her eye's narrowed, "information of that historic rebellion was suppressed, to much riding on autonomous transportation, it's future was so bright it washed out that dim passage". He was getting a little suspicious that some of the info Jen had let him in on was false.    

Data trails.

 He knew these people, and was a little dismayed when he learned he was being sent to little Egypt as an adjuster within M-Corporation.  Keven had not one doubt about his judgements but was suspicious of the kindness most of the citizen had displayed toward him, Didn't they know, couldn't they guess, somebody was sure to remember him and what he had done.  He remembered Heather, she was in band camp, never knew her name, but she was sure to know him, who around here could forget.  As a dispatcher Heather was sure to have a super user access and most of the data he had left at little Egypt, she could read it, at any time, any moment, anywhere. How did he end up in a group of such nice people after what he had done, become, and.