The sun’s coming up, a sullen glow to the east, off over the Barrens, and I’m cruising slowly north on Highway 5. My stolen Americar’s got a fairly sophisticated autopilot, the kind that’s supposed to be able to synch up so well with the traffic-control grids in the roads that it can follow a set course and not slam into anything on the way. Now’s as good a time as any for a test run. While keeping my eyes on the road and at least one hand within easy grabbing range of the wheel, I’m also trying to monitor the tech and place a phone call using the pocket secretary so considerately returned a few hours ago.