The Pixel Doppelganger

Yesterday, my car turned on me… by turning into me.


The GPS/Blue Tooth/ Stereo combo went bat-crap wacko.

4 ½ hours into my 7-hour drive, that sweet, seemingly innocent, little screen started manically clicking through every option it ever had in its head.

It would not stop.

It would not make sense.

It OCD’d itself into such a frenzy that it started making calls all by itself.

It was my brain in deranged pixels, folks.

I gaped in horror at it…

And ran all the way back home to mommy and daddy.

Until tomorrow…


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