"FWLS21" - читать интересную книгу автора (A Future We'd Like to See)

I screamed, bending the stick as hard as I could to the
left. Wait! What was that about turning into the direction of a
skid? Oh shiiiiii...

My rover spun out of control, as various drivers attempted
to avoid it. One slammed into my back side, as my torso was
thrown forward. Yup, should have worn my seat belt today.

After a nice trip through the windshield, I slammed into the
pavement face first with several painful lacerations. My left
eye had redded out completely, and my face was all hot and runny.
I stumbled about, as drivers shouted insults at me and dodged the
flaming wreckage of my car.

I was a pedestrian in the middle of a thirty four lane
superhighway. My survival chances were slim to none.

I ran, screaming, for the right barricade, trying to time my
steps with the cars grinding down the road at me. I leaped over
the barricade to safety before realizing I was one hundred feet
up.

The ground rushed up to meet me, or I fell down to meet it,
the syntax doesn't matter. Either way, I had about two seconds
to reflect on life as I knew it before impact.

Impact. Ow. I can't feel my left leg, and my chest is
spurting some horrible purple liquid. I tried to crawl away, to
move at all, but my remaining leg was going numb.

Alright, maybe it wasn't that bad. Sure, I had lost a leg,
was probably losing motor control and had an eye poked out, but
medicine these days can patch you up quite well, even if you lost
all your limbs and your head. There was an emergency phone box
on that highway support there, I just had to crawl there, scream
for an ambulance, and I'd pull through.

There was a bit of honking and cursing far above me, and a
large flaming object was pushed over the railway. I recognized
it as the wreckage of my car before it crushed me and burned me
alive.

I've got to admit, even on fire, the paint job looks pretty
good.