Sky Taxi

Jones had never gotten accustomed to the lift-off of the sky taxi.

It was very abrupt, just like pretty much every single turn and change in height.

The taxi’s software was concerned with not crashing, but it had absolutely no concerns for the comfort of those within.

Strapping in the seatbelt was optional, but Jones had long learned that it was only optional if one didn’t mind bumping their head against the windows.

Could be worse; at least someone or something had thought to cushion most of the interior.

Still, the sky taxi was relatively safe, in the sense that it wouldn’t crash and that it would most definitely take its passenger to the destination in one piece.

However, travel was not without fright, so one could argue that there was, at least, the possibility of a heart attack.

Not that Jones had ever heard of such a story, but the taxis were not what most people talked about these days.

As another taxi flew by in the opposite direction, Jones noticed that both steered clear of one another.

Possibly a safety maneuver, just in case.

Jones knew that that would always happen but couldn’t help but wonder what would happen if two taxis crashed.

They weren’t very high, so maybe there would be a chance for survival.

Or maybe one of them would get maimed.

Would help arrive in time?

Or at all?

Was there even a passenger in the other taxi?

These thoughts were interrupted by the beginning of the descent.

Suddenly, Jones’ attention was somewhere else, on the ground.

Jones looked to see if today’s Master was around.

And there was a Master, indeed, waiting patiently for Jones’ arrival.

They all looked alike, and they all seemed inscrutable, but Jones looked at them, nonetheless, trying to figure out their intentions.

In a few hours, Jones would probably be heading back in another taxi.

Hopefully.

Sometimes, people didn’t return.

But that was always the least concern on Jones’ head.

Not going back would probably mean that all of this would be over. The real question, however, was whether this Master was looking for a human to perform the usual menial tasks or if, finally, Jones would become one of those to undergo the trauma of being called by one of those sexual perverts.