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Auto Erotica (Or, 'Mommy, Where Do Fiats Come From?') [MultiFormat]
eBook by Michael Dack
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eBook Category: Science Fiction/Humor
eBook Description:  A series of mysterious accidents involving automobiles begins to turn into something more ominous during the morning rush hour. Simon, a not-so-enthusiastic office worker, decides that it's more worth his while to investigate these anomalies than to remain at work. He joins his sister Kathy and they begin to navigate their way through the bizarre and often dangerous landscape of a city where all the machines have gone simultaneously mad. Together, they must either escape or accept their place in this new world, if they can figure out the rules of survival.
eBook Publisher: Clocktower Books and Far Sector SFFH (magazine)/Far Sector SFFH, Published: 2005
Fictionwise Release Date: May 2005
31 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: eReader (PDB) [28 KB]
, ePub (EPUB) [44 KB]
, Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [13 KB]
, Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [239 KB]
, Palm Doc (PDB) [14 KB]
, Microsoft Reader (LIT) [56 KB]
, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [86 KB]
, hiebook (KML) [89 KB]
, Sony Reader (LRF) [62 KB]
, iSilo (PDB) [11 KB]
, Mobipocket (PRC) [15 KB]
, Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [46 KB]
, OEBFF Format (IMP) [23 KB]
Words: 3852
Reading time: 11-15 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Adobe Acrobat (PDF) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud DISABLED
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
 
The red and blue lights of a police cruiser strobed against the wet brick sides of the buildings bordering the alley. A police photographer and other officers were already surveying the damage that completely blocked the small street. Simon began to back his white pickup out to find another way around, but not before he caught a glimpse of why the police were there. A dark green Volvo was overturned in the alley. It lay on its back at the entrance of a parking garage where it had been forcibly shunted against the unyielding wall and an outcropping of yellow cement posts. The car's lone occupant was a female driver in her mid-twenties; the caved-in roof had crushed her against the dashboard and steering wheel, which was broken in half.
* * * *But the police report would deal more with the confusing appearance of the car than with its driver. The trunk and fuel tank had been punctured as if the Volvo had been impaled from behind by a rocket. It was surprising that it had not exploded, but instead merely lay upside down on the sidewalk like a dry, dead bug on a window sill. The photographer was enthusiastically snapping pictures of the driver until the officer-in-charge led him by the ear to the rear of the car to document the curious nature of the collision. Nearby, a parking attendant watched from his ticket booth, smoking a cigarette very slowly, as if the dim glass that enclosed him somehow slowed time. Simon continued to watch the events in the alley, unaware that he was now blocking traffic. The blast of a truck horn from behind made him yelp. In his rear-view mirror loomed the front grill of a steel truck. With his heart pounding tautly in his chest, Simon drove on. He was late for work again. As he screeched into the parking lot, he spun the radio dial to get the time. But there was only a news report about another hit-and-run incident in the uptown area. Apparently a bakery van was struck from both sides by two vehicles, flattening it between them so it resembled an upright billboard, its delicate cargo of breads compressed into a large, wheaty wafer. The two attacking vehicles had disappeared ___ a fact that aroused suspicion. An accident caused by two liable vehicles that later fled the scene would seem intentional, even to the most amiable of police minds. Simon clicked off the engine and hurried across the parking lot. He trotted into the street but was distracted by a bee-like buzz behind him. It grew into a wail and changed timbre, and Simon recognized the whine of two-cylinder engines. He swiveled to see two motorcycles roaring at him, appearing only inches away. There was a hot whoosh of wind as they sped around him, one pursuing the other. "Hey, watch it!" he yelled after them, his composure returning as he started again toward his building. "You could've hurt somebuh..." He stopped in mid-stride, his brain numbed instantly blank and his foot poised above the asphalt like the step of a tentative cat. The motorcycles were unmanned.
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