nasty weather. nasty presidents day. a stupid fucking autopilot nearly ran me down in an intersection with six other pedestrians. the way it's supposed to work in their ruthless minds is the crosswalk is the zone you dare to cross and they threaten you and you stop and bow humbly and defer  to their superior power for might makes right in the culture of power and you don't want to die today. you don't want to live this way in the culture of power but neither do you want to die in this ruthless power grid. 
anyway, i'm a resister, so i stop in front of the brainless autopilot and make him wait i can barely see his distorted face through the tinted glass and rain. you stop for pedestrians! i yell. do you want to kill somebody? and i leave with 11 seconds to spare on the pedestrian death clock. i should have waited it out.