Shikata Ga Nai

I never saw the angles until I hit the intersections at 200 kilometers an hour. One road, one life, the other road, something else. Now the intersection is coming up, braking isn't an option and there is a police officer handling traffic. He doesn't like me. Though we've never met, though I'm one of the thousands handled by him he controls the course of my journey. Did I mention he doesn't like me?

This is not a pleasant place to be.

So I accelerate. I'm going to hit that mother fucker harder than he's ever been before. There are doubts racing in my mind at a faster velocity. There are other police, other roads to be arrested on even if I make it past this one. There are other, harsher roads and my car is showing the wear and tear of the journey to this point.

Time. Time is a factor. How much faster can this car go, can it reach such an acceleration I break him in two or will he simply lurch out of the way and shoot out my wheels from behind?

I'm here. There is no other choice.

Shikata Ga Nai.