Night Cable Run

A glowing green power indicator cut straight through the dim floor under the television stand. Right in my flight path lay a thick black power cable coiled like a snake across the polished wood. Detour? Never. I pinned the throttle to max torque. Wheels spun, bit the varnish, and hurled me straight into the rubber ridge. Front bumper struck—thunk! Front axle kicked upward into the air, cleared the rubber hump, and slammed down on the other side. Momentum carried me directly into the green indicator's wash. Glowing green rays shot clean through my transparent body, lighting up the floor behind me.