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And the screen flickered. Turned white. Then displayed you .
You won. By 0.2 seconds. The Mercedes didn't crash—it just stopped . Mid-road. Then dissolved into pixels.
There's always a shadow where a car shouldn't be.
And a GPS voice, muffled through glass, whispered: "Turn left in 500 feet. Destination will be on your right. Midnight."
