Come and Get Me
A blind woman, a self-driving car, thirty metres of unmapped gravel and a friend with a guide dog: a cosy speculative accessibility story about choosing when to use the machine.
About the Piece
The car handles forty-one miles of motorway and pronounces her name perfectly. Then it stops in the gravel car park of a country café, and the future runs out. So she does the ancient thing, and phones her friend inside: "I'm in the carpark. Come and get me."
In Part Two she has a robot that could cross the gravel in under a minute. She leaves it in the boot.
Objects
- Come and Get Me: A blind woman travels forty-one miles like the future, until the car stops in a gravel car park with no metadata, and she phones her friend inside: come and get me.
- Come and Get Me, Part Two: The Glide arrives, she names it J2O2, it eats the high street alive, and at the café car park she leaves it in the boot and phones her friend anyway.
- From Battlefield to Biscuits: A five-star review of Come and Get Me, and of Speculative Accessibility, the genre that looks at how tech built for the margins ends up redesigning the world for everyone.