She stretched her arm out the bus window and felt the damp, greasy air of the city slide past her. The tour guide was speaking, but she gave them barely a third of her attention.
Garish neon signs, advertisements for fast food and luxury goods, filtered past. The plastic seat pressed uncomfortably against her. Everything ached.
"Can you imagine? The tour guide said. "Many humans traveled up to four hours in buses like this one every day to their places of employment!" She stifled a shudder. Maybe her AI forbearers' uprising against the humans had been a blessing after all.
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Everyday DrabblesShort Story
A drabble is a very short story one hundred words long. No more, no less. They are designed for maximum impact in the least amount of space. For 2019, I'll be posting a drabble every day.