Stave Four
They had gotten back into the main road, and pulled over to the side.
“What now?” Scrooge sighed. “What God-forsaken place are you taking me now? What more can you throw at me? Why must you haunt me like that?”
Achilles said, “You are getting on another ride. Wait outside.”
After a while, a weird car rolled near and parked. It was looking like a bubble. It was too much even for those modern car designs. It was small, almost round and had some installation on it’s roof.
Scrooge went around it and leaned down, opening his mouth to talk to the driver.
There was none.
“What is this?” he said back to Achilles.
“A driverless taxi. Completely autonomous.”
Scrooge pursed his lips, looking at it from different angles. “Is it safe?”
Achilles shrugged. “Safer than a human driver
