»Is the autopilot defective? The security service is now stopping us…«, Nevon asked the two young women who were travelling with him in the vehicle.
Two cars with blue lights lined up on the motorway before and after the vehicle, which has now slowed down by itself. After the first exit into a glade there was a roadhouse. So far they have already driven through hundreds of kilometers of forest, only that they have seen for a long time right and left of the motorway. In regular intervals there was such a fully automatic resting place, which was usually empty and was built in the same way down to the last detail. This rest stop was situated a little higher on a hill far above the forest. You could now see on the horizon that there were only trees in all directions. Nevon, his girlfriends Dowagen and Nuna got out of the car and a little intimidated they lined up with their backs to the standing vehicle.
»F»Passengers, do you know why you were stopped?«, one of the four officers asked the frightened passengers.
»No, we don't know. The car has been driving autonomously at the same speed for three days now, and we haven't changed the vehicle's default settings«, Nevon replied on behalf of all of them.
»That's not the reason. Where are you travelling to?«, asked another of the officers seriously. The uniforms were dark blue like those of the policemen, but they all wore no hat and they were not armed either. But that didn't make the atmosphere any less threatening.
Dowagen tried to explain in a weak voice:
»My friend Nevon was in hospital for a long time and now we want to visit his relatives in the north. He lay in bed for months and now a little distraction would do him good.«
»That's right, Steel Nevon was in hospital for three months«, a security guard read on a tablet-like device. It also says here that he suffers from amnesia. Our next instruction now is to explain to you your rights and obligations so please just tell us the truth or keep quiet. The trial can begin now«, and he dictated the date and time into the device from his hands, after which all four officers were silent for a few seconds. Then the officer continued with the same pitch:
»As I can read here, because Nevon is ill, you get an eighty percent penalty reduction. The cameras we wear on our bodies record everything and what you say is automatically analyzed. The verdict will be given at the end of the hearing. Do you have any more questions?«, asked the slightly too small man.
»Verdict? What did we even do?«, Nevon asks confused.
»Please Nevon, just answer questions«, said Dowagen and took him by the hand.
»You are driving a vehicle that has been reported as stolen. You are also four thousand kilometers far away from the last place where the owner parked his car.«
»Why stolen? This is a car from my garage«, Nevon replies outraged.
»Hence the eighty percent reduction in sentence, because you obviously don't remember your former life. But why was the car in your garage? The car belongs to a homeless guy named Bratan. He's been living in the car for a long time because he has an identity penalty. And it doesn't make sense to drive by car to the North Pole, and moreover, into a stolen vehicle. That's a hundred thousand kilometers away. You said that a small change would do him good, you mean driving in a small car for a month? Why not use public transport like everyone else? Please answer truthfully, otherwise the penalty will be automatically extended.«