It was the third car accident this month. The most since full automation. I sat at my desk, surrounded by holoscreens of data. There had to be some connection between the three, some line of reasoning as to why these three automobiles acted as they did. Examining their learning algorithms had been fruitless. The answer had to be with the victims.
And then I saw it: All three had participated in early and extensive cloning therapy trials. Their bodies were each at least 75% cloned tissue.
Someone with a grudge had fed medical data to their network. These weren't accidents.
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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.