I hear the sound of tires screeching from far away and then look ahead to see a car as it rushes toward the center from the road on the right. It goes from a dark silhouette to a rusted, burgundy shell of metal as it speeds up, and I hear the sound of its engine roar as it moves closer and closer. Quintino taps the screen and says, “Hurry up. Fix it.”
I look down at what appears to be the first-person view of the driver and notice a blue bar below replete with a series of widgets and icons that I don’t recognize. When I try to see what they are, Quintino hits the tablet and shouts, “C’mon! Hurry up!”
I stare back at Quintino and search his eyes for an answer, but his expression grows fierce. He raises his voice and screams, “Hurry up! Those people are going to die!”
The car speeds up, a
