[ WP ] In a society of autonomous cars , on board computers make decisions that minimize overall death . Never has there been a report of a so called `` error '' . On your way to work , you witness an autonomous bus full of people serve into oncoming traffic to avoid hitting a little old lady

The bus swerved straight into the wrong side of the 4 way intersection. It's metal body whipped against the oncoming cars. *WHAP! * The cars behind failed to brake in time, causing exponentially minimal collisions, producing an echo of crashes down the road. This was the first ever accident I've witnessed in decades. 
 
 You see, car crash fatalities have become our new urban legends. The autonomous vehicles have resulted in a near 100 % accident free roads. The occasional roadkill or fender bender might happen once in a few months, but this is the first time such a large scale accident has ever occurred. Ever. I ran straight to the pileup of totalled cars and pried open the door of the bus. Everyone was dead. That was n't the weird part. I slowly crept through the aisle of the bus, scanning for any signs of life. That's when I saw something strange. Everyone's airbag was deployed and it left a weird circular imprint into their foreheads. Kinda like a circle made of dots. Before I could explore further, the salvage crew and police arrived. They pulled me out of the bus by force and without saying a word, began towing the cars away. I walked down the street of the bumper to bumper collision. The front few cars contained nothing but corpses, all with the weird symbol etched into their foreheads. 
 
 The rest of the drivers at the back began emerging from their cars with minor injuries. Their airbags did n't deploy as the collision was not hard enough to trigger the system. *What was this symbol? Why did it imprint people's foreheads when their airbag triggered? * I decided to investigate. 
 
 The next day, I flipped through the morning papers and came across something strange; `` Crash at Prince St. 4 minor injuries''. There was no mention of the dozens of fatalities at all. I called my friend, Jake, who works at the printing press. 
 
 `` Hey Jake, it's David.'' 
 
 `` Hey David! How have you been?'' 
 
 `` I'm fine. Listen, I was at the crash yesterday and I'm pretty sure that there were a lot of dead people in the crash.'' 
 
 `` Are you serious? Do you have any pictures?'' 
 
 `` Yeah, hang on I'm sending them to you now. Are you sure that there's nothing about the fatalities?'' 
 
 `` Yeah mate, positive. What the fuck is on their heads..?'' 
 
 `` I.. I do n't know. I'm trying to find out, that's why I called.'' 
 
 `` I'll help you ask around buddy. Cheers!'' 
 
 I bought the cheapest secondhand car I could find, parked it in an abandoned parking lot and began trashing it with a sledgehammer, in a vain attempt to trigger the airbags. The car was a complete wreck but nothing happened. My guess was that the airbags made the imprint and the weight sensors on the seats need to be active for the airbags to be triggered. I began piling sandbags onto the passenger seat and started the car but the LCD screen detected nobody on the seat. I then looked up at the camera installed into the sun visor. All cars have to be equipped with them due to government regulations. Maybe it's facial recognition? 
 
 I thought of a new idea. I called Jake again for help. 
 
 `` Hey Jake are you free tonight?'' 
 
 `` Ca n't talk now, I think I'm being followed bye.'' 
 
 The call disconnected. I drove to Jake's house and saw him in a hoodie scurrying home. I flung open the passenger side door and signalled him to come in. 
 
 `` What the fuck David!'' 
 
 `` What..?'' 
 
 `` I sent the pictures to the cops to ask for their help and they threatened to arrest me!'' 
 
 `` Jake, something's not right.. I need your help.'' 
 
 I sped to my house, my hunch was starting to materialise. I grabbed both my motorcycle helmet and dashed back into the car. 
 
 `` What's that for?'' 
 
 `` Just trust me. Put it on.'' 
 
 I drove back to the carpark and told Jake to enter the wrecked car. Both of us wearing our helmets, I sped towards the wrecked car and attempted a head-on collision. *BAM! * The airbags deployed. I removed my helmet and had the shock of my life. A metallic pipe lodged itself deep into the helmet, piercing it with the same circular pattern as the ones in the pictures. It tried to retract, like a snake fleeing back into it's nest. A strange blood-like liquid oozed from the needles, stinging my fingers upon contact. 3 black cars pulled into the carpark and a group of what I can only describe as men in black emerged. Jake and I were scared shitless by our discovery and pleaded with them for our lives as they hauled us out onto a vacant lot and tied us up. 
 
 We were squeezed into a trunk for what felt like hours and untied. A smart looking man in a black suit and frameless glasses greeted us warmly. 
 
 `` Alright boys, I have a proposition to make. Who I am is unimportant. What you want is to get out of this alive. What I want is for the two of you to shut the fuck up about what you did and pretend like nothing happened. I'll do you a favour give you both 5 million dollars each.'' 
 
 We shakily agreed and signed a contract of secrecy. 
 
 `` Not a word now, or we'll make North Korea look like fucking paradise to you. Understood?'' 
 
 That's the last we remembered before being knocked out cold. 
 
 2 years has passed and I'm writing this down out of the immense guilt that's been haunting me every night. I ca n't tell you much, but I have this to say: the reason why car collision casualties are inexistent is because they're all dead before the collision. 
 
 **THE END**
