Dirty Red Commie

The car slid through the glittering blackness of the city like wet ice. It passed through busy streets as if every car, construction barrier and pedestrian had been there for years. Its fantastic speed made the rest of the bustling night appear to be standing still, but at the same time its grace and nonchalance made it seem to be in no great hurry. Nothing could move in this dipping, darting fashion without some alien technological magic hiding its impetus from the registers of physical possibility.

Inside the car, I watched the city flit past as if it were merely images. I felt no movement whatsoever. This thing creeped me out bad. The fact that I never knew where it was taking me only made it worse. But considering how things usually went down once I arrived, I was better off not knowing.