Fred worked in the research group that was developing self-driving cars for…
Well, I can’t tell you. But you can figure it out, I think.
I mean, it was in the news. And the papers.
The guy snapped.
He programmed in a Deathrace style game where the cars collected points for things or people that they hit.
Dozens of cars, trucks, and vans went berserk in the parking lot.
A few smashed through the glass wall of the company cafeteria.
Where Fred was watching the carnage, sipping his chicken noodle soup.
He shouldn’t have made himself worth a thousand points.