Mobile Home

by Jacob Gabriel

I yawn and rub my eyes as I get up. Walking from my bed to the kitchen, I pour a cup of coffee and grab a donut. Once I’m finished with those, I head into the cab of my truck and switch off the auto driver.

I take a look out the window and see that I’m in front of town center. Where, as usual, our large robotic mayor is walking around. I give a hello honk and turn right when I reach the intersection at the end of the road. This takes me past the park and then the river, where I see the large fish breaching. I stop at the train station, and pick up a large group of people. As they climb into the passenger area, I remind them of the safety protocols, particularly that no one is allowed in my private space, and start driving. Half the group is going to the restaurant at cataclysm and Ta-dah, and the rest are going to assorted houses.

After the large group gets off at the restaurant, I switch on the “Out of Service” sign and the auto driver. Then I walk back into my kitchen and make myself a sandwich. Man I love living in a mobile home.