A/N: This is dialogue only, partial as a writing experiment and partially because I couldn't manage anything else that day.
"Is this the exit?"
"No, not yet."
"Are you sure?"
"Do you not trust me?"
"I trust you, I don't trust it."
"Everyone trusts it."
"And it's never wrong?"
"It is rarely wrong."
"So, it can be wrong. Don't we have a map somewhere?"
"It is a map. And maps can be wrong, too."
"Come on, take a break. I'll drive."
"Will you listen to the gps?"
"Yes, I'll go where the small Australian lady tells us."
"Good."
"Yellow punch buggy!"
"Did you just.. what?"
"A game."
"A game?"
"When you see a specific kind of car, or sometimes specific color of a car, before whoever you're with, you punch them in the arm."
"Why?"
"It is your people's creation. Even on friendly terms you are inclined towards violence."
"Right. So what am I watching for?"
"There's how many stations?"
"Well over a hundred. It's satellite."
"Wow. Okay. Uhm, one song per station? That should kill some time."
"Works for me."
"A Very Great, uhm, Twin, Letters? No, that doesn't work. A-"
"Average Eighty-One Two Liters."
"I was first, it's mine."
"Yours makes no sense."
"And yours does?"
"More than yours."
"None of these make any sense! I saw the plate first, so the point goes to me."
"You can't just see it and claim a win."
"Last I heard, you are not the demi-god of the license plate game, so yeah, I think I can."
"Insufferable."
"What is this?"
"Screamo."
"Why would people listen to this?"
"You've asked that about five other stations."
"And I'll ask it again."
"Diana.. Diana wake up."
"What is it?"
"What's it doing?"
"What's what doing?"
"The Australian lady keeps saying 'Recalculating'."
"It probably lost the signal, or there's traffic, or a road is closed for construction. It's altering the route."
"You know what doesn't 'alter the route'? A map."
"No, a map just lets you reach the bridge before discovering it's out."
"Aha! Blue punch buggy!"
"Happy now?"
"Very."