The car dipped as weight settled into the rear seat. Cold air rushed in, smelling of old paper and rain.
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I looked in the rearview mirror. The seat was empty. But on the screen of the "Est Taxi" app, a small yellow icon showed a passenger was on board. The fare timer started ticking. I didn't ask questions. I drove. The car dipped as weight settled into the rear seat
The phone vibrated instantly. A ping. A fare. The pickup was only two blocks away, at an address that didn't exist anymore—the old Central Library, which had burned down three years prior. My heart thudded. This had to be a server error, a remnant of a database that never got cleared. I drove there anyway. Change the setting or main character
The lot was empty, overgrown with weeds and surrounded by a chain-link fence. I sat in my car, the blue light of the phone illuminating my dashboard. I prepared to cancel the ride, but then, the back door handle of my car clicked.