The daily commute

After a long night of tinkering, I finally perfected the Auto-Controlled-Traffic/Ant-Commuter-Train (ACT/ACT) car. My family, cynics all, laughed when I first told them of my concept.

I sat cross-legged on the floor of my garage, staring at my car. It looked the same as before; the difference was what now lived within. What I’d created. As of this morning, my car had the heart, mind and soul of an ant – a creature that could mindlessly join a line of other ACT/ACT cars, carrying on the business of being a car without care or strife.

I leaned back on one hand, raking my free hand through my greasy, lanky hair. I couldn’t remember when I’d last bathed; it had been months since my last haircut. Long months spent working alone. Months when even I occasionally doubted. Today, those doubts were gone and my vision was that much closer: not just one, but a streaming flow of ACT/ACT cars. No more wrecks. No more traffic jams. No more road-rage.

Now, I wondered, how could I replicate my invention, getting it into the cars up and down my block, and the next block, throughout my neighborhood, even the whole city? Why not think on a grand scale? Why not target the entire state of Texas? Traffic on I-35 would be much-improved if all commuters cooperated in the way of ants, made possible with ACT/ACT cars.

I fell asleep on the floor of my garage, dreaming of that day.

*image from myfolio

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For the IndieInk Writing Challenge this week, Kat challenged me with “If you could invent something to help mankind what would it be?” and I challenged Kurt with “It’s not easy being green.”