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This was never the way to Cracas. The GPS seems to be confident that
we are on the right direction. Maybe it's a new road that has been
built by the invading forces. It seemed freshly paved with something
like bitumen. The vehicle was running smoothly over them without
disturbing the occupants. There were a couple of droids, a cyborg and
a spider all crammed cozily in one corner and a lonely human at the
other. They all seemed to avoid each other. And whenever the vehicle
jolted they had to fight their fears and gravity to stay apart.
Finally a droid broke the silence. It just beeped frantically to alert
the driver that it thought we were speeding way too far away from
Cracas. The spider just ate a few bytes and spat out something at the
cyborg. The cyborg just lay there like a lump of metal. The human just
tapped on the window and pointed out to the driver an old neon sign
that was looming up ahead. The driver nodded and gunned the machine
towards it. The GPS beamed another garble signal at that moment and
all hell broke loose. The droids detected that they were way ahead of
Cracas. The spider freaked at the data mismatch. The cyborg tried to
reboot in vain. But the human was nonchalant for now he could read the
letters Cracas on the Neon sign.

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