The Conversion Bureau: The Great Escape

"So, you want us to drive out of the city?"

"Exactly!"

"Alright, that doesn't sound like a bad plan. But why a lamborghini? Why not something better, like a ccx?"

"Dude, I'm not that rich. Besides, nothing looks better than a Lamborghini."

"Yeah, you are right about that. But what about performance? This is going to be our escape vehicle after all."

"This thing has everything. Pushrod suspension, floppy paddle gearbox, carbon fiber body, and 691, horses under the hood."

"You mean ponies?" I said jokingly.

"Shut up."

"Okay, sorry. When does it get here?"

"Tommorow."

"Shit! Are you for serious!?"

"I am for serious dude!"

"You are one awesome motherfucker!"

"Dude."

"What?"

"You know that the car is gonna get wasted in the escape, right?"

"Yeah, it probably will. But the freedom is what matters."

"Well, I'm gonna look up a good route to go through."

"Yeah man, go do your funky math thing and stuff, nerd."

"Steve jobs was a nerd and he made more money than you!" I yelled from the kitchen.

"Yeah but all nerds get cancer!" he retorted.

Several hours later, after slaving over a map of our city and the surrounding ones, I had figured out several routes. Each one had it's pros and cons. I just had had to present them to Nathan.

"Yo Nathan!"

"You get something figured out buddy?"

"Yeah."

"Alright, lay  it on me."

"More like them."

"You figured more than one route out!?"

"Yep!"

"Okay, which do you think is best?"

"Uh... I prefer number two, we should have a good chance with that one." I said.

"I see you have that big straightway."

"That's in all three of them. That is where we are gonna floor it and get the fuck out of here!"

"I see, I like this. So why do you think number two is the best route?"

"With route number two, we are going to use the city to our advantage. With this things handling, we should be able to out maneuver them."

"So why two other plans?"

"Backup of course. We have to be able to roll with any punches, like blockades and stuff."

"You always come through for me man."

"I know I do. But here is where I can't. Cars have been made illegal in these cities since the P.E.R. Took over. What are we gonna do about that?"

"Dammit! I forgot! Well, fuck it, there goes the whole thing.

"Don't go that far yet."

"You think an excuse will work?"

"Yeah, how about a... Oh! A last act of our humanity!"

"Yeah! They're probably gullible enough to believe that!"

Suddenly, the telephone rang.

"Hello?"

"This is your local P.E.R. conversion bureau. Your address has been selected for conversion on; Thursday June 24. Have a nice day."

"Who was that?"

"P.E.R. We have a day or so."

"Alright. So you think this is doable?"

"Yeah. All we need to do is go over and convince them we want to do this as a last act of humanity."

"Alright, want me to go over there now?"

"Yeah, make sure to wear more than one layer of clothing."

"Yeah, yeah whatever."