My Dad’s Old Truck

My Dad’s Old Truck

The following is a work of fiction.

Child Protective Services came today. They told me I wouldn’t be allowed to keep my dad’s truck, because of the Driver Mode.

“I’ve passed every driving test,” I responded. “I can grab you my licenses if you want.”

“I have a notice on my iPad here, that your license was revoked 2 hours and 12 minutes ago.”

“What? Why?”

“Is this your Tweet, sir?”

Of course it was; I had responded to a Tweet some days ago that Self Driving cars were dangerous and freedom-restricting. When my reponse got deleted as well, I’d had a bad feeling, but this?


“Then you should already know.” The person gestured again for my keys.

“I told that lunatic that Self Driving Cars are the future!”

“You responded to a contraband Tweet; that qualifies for immediate license revoke.” The person lifted their baton.

I could have argued further, and now I wish I had, but CPS Agents have authorization to use lethal force to confiscate illegal posessions, so I begrudgingly handed over the keys. They didn’t lower their baton.

“I also understand you’re carrying cash these days.”

That was what really made me nervous. I thought I had been extra careful, to only pay with cash in non-surveillance zones.

“What makes you say that?”

“If I pull up your location history,” they said, putting my keys in their pocket and pulling the iPad back out, “it clearly shows you left the Houston checkpoint for 10 minutes and 13 seconds, and when you returned your truck was 3 pounds heavier.”

“I went to a gas station, to get gas.”

“That transaction is not in your purchase history.”

I’d just exposed myself.

“We know you are in posession of a $5 bill. If you don’t cooperate, we will storm this house to find it.”

“Ok, ok!” I pulled out my wallet, and handed over my $5 bill.

Suddenly, a message popped up on the agent’s headset.

“Effective immediately, posession of cash is a crime against children and humanity. You are under arrest.”

Impossibly fast, they had grabbed my arms and wrapped the handcuffs around them.

“What?! It wasn’t illegal when I had it!”

“You have the right to remain silent, anything you say and do will be filed away for use against you at a later date.”

“I have to take care of my daughter.”

I felt a strong blow to my head, knocking me off my feet.

“Your child will be reposessed and sent to the appropriate Public Education Camp. Your posession of an illegal item constitutes forfeiture of your property and rights.”

I was all but picked up, and thrown into the car.

I think the hardest part, was knowing in a couple days I would be unknown and nonexistant.