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The taxi was racing through traffic as the sun was setting in Southern California. Ben appeared to be sitting alone in the back seat while Quazum was bouncing up against the back of the driver’s seat. The driver looked back and said apologetically, “I hate the automatic steering in my car. It makes me go so slow and sit in traffic. And I’m supposed to just watch in case of emergency. I’d rather be driving myself.” “Yeah,” answered Ben. “I’m the same way. I always prefer self-driving.” “How much longer?” whispered Quazum. “It’s going to be a while. This is a really big city.” Quazum stretched out and slightly changed colors, “You said you lived close to the airport.” “It’s just regular California traffic,” replied Ben. “It’s all stop and go in the afternoon.” When the driver heard th
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