I snap back into reality. My hands viced to the steering wheel.
I look constantly, my heart racing.
Turn! Run away! Merge! You're gonna die! Don't crash!
"Go and merge!", my Dad says.
I signal the car and turn and then...
Coldness. No heartbeat, no thought, no Kelvin.
I swivel into the blockade of death machines praying I don't become their victim.
Click! My signals off.
Heartbeat, thought, Kelvin.
"Good!", my dad says.
"Now turn onto this lane."