“I think we’re lost Martin.”

“Don’t be ridiculous. The Navigator hasn’t steered us wrong yet.” Martin slapped his thigh. “Ha! Get it? STEERED!” he guffawed.

Deb rolled her eyes and looked at the unfamiliar landscape sliding past. The damn Navigator had been ordering Martin around for the last hour and she’d just about had enough. They were lost, simple as that.

She eyed the thing, sitting there on the dashboard like a haughty, directionally-challenged temptress, leading her husband astray.

“Maybe it needs a re-sync.” she mused. As she leaned closer to the Navigator, an unpleasant beep sounded, followed by a new voice…

“Just what do you think you’re doing, Deb?” the new voice said.

Deb jumped as if she’d been slapped. Bewildered, she looked to her husband. But he carried on driving, an oblivious half-grin pasted on his face. She frowned, shook her head and reached to hit re-sync again.

“I’m afraid that’s something I cannot allow to happen Deb.”

Deb heard a click as all the doors locked.