I was driving along a desolate stretch of freeway in the dim, early morning mist. My car started to buckle and hiss and clunk and shake. The word “emergency” started flashing in red on the display in the middle of the dashboard. I pulled off onto the shoulder and looked to the display for more information about what went wrong. The display showed the graphic of an engine with a spinning fan on the front of it, and the fan seized up, the blades going all twisted and crooked, and smoke rose from the graphic of the engine. After a few puffs of smoke, cobwebs appeared all around the engine along with a few curvy tendrils that represented tall grass. As the graphic of the engine began to shake and sputter and sink into the ground, sharply outlined birds flew from it in all directions.
Once the birds had flown from the screen and the engine had sunk completely out of sight, only the lines representing the grass remained. They seemed to waver in the wind. And then, from the right of the display, a graphic of four horses came galloping, drawing a covered wagon behind them. A skeleton sat at the head of the wagon, whipping the horses and driving them on. It turned its head to look at me, the skull grinning, the teeth gnashing. Then it drove the horses and wagon off the left side of the screen, and there was just a graphic of a puff of dust left in their wake. This puff of dust stayed on the screen, pulsating and flashing red. I wasn’t sure what any of this meant, but it definitely didn’t seem good. It was pretty clear that I needed to call a tow truck.