The whole point of being superintelligent is so you can do stupid stuff.

- Doc-Danger

8 Hours Later

I wake feeling powerful.  Like a well fed monster. I can be ruthlessly efficient.  Today feels like a good day for it.

I pack a bag.  Clothes, toiletries, drugs.  I grab my phone, my tools, and a box of quasi-functional electronics - prototypes from clients.  Each one is worth a fortune if I can make it work. Or, make it saleable, at least.

I hop in my car, and tell it to take me to the city.  I throw the manual drive controls out the window. Don’t need them.  I send a one click divorce to my husband.

Okay, there is no such thing as a one click divorce.  I text him that I’m gone and not coming back. A dick move, but I left him the house and all the money.  He’ll be okay.

The car interior is set up like a bed.  I roll a small joint and scatter the electronics around me.  I feel like a kid in a tent. I smoke and think.