You and your sister install a few hidden cameras in the house, just to keep an eye on

them.

They watch the front and back door, the kitchen, and they're designed specifically for seniors.

According to the pamphlets, they can sense a fall coming and keep track of whether your

dad is taking his medications.

The cameras can't actually do anything about those things, of course, but they can alert

you and emergency services if something really bad happens.

You feel bad intruding on your father's privacy, but you remind yourself that at least this

way he gets to stay in his own house and avoid the robots.

Soon enough, the cameras confirm your worst fear.

He's still driving.

One day you watch, horrified, as his car backs out of the driveway.

You try to talk to him about it on the phone to tell him that if he needs a ride, he can

just call you, but he claims he's not driving.

You can't tell if he's lying or if he just doesn't remember.

Then one day he calls you, frantic.

I need your help.

I am stuck in the car.

Where are you?

I'm at home, but I'm stuck in the car.

I can't get out.

I need you to come here and let me out.

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