Auto Place Link 〈Premium — 2027〉

The sedan had entered Slot 13—a tight space near the compressor room. But instead of stopping, it nudged the car in Slot 12. A gentle, apologetic bump. Then it nudged Slot 14. Then it began to turn.

The sedan did not hold. It crept past the broken sign. The sensor rails lit up like a runway. The system, in its infinite logic, attempted a classification: Sedan. Four-door. No driver. Then: Threat? Malfunction? Ghost? auto place

The lot was called “Auto Place,” but no one had parked a car there in twenty years. The faded sign, bolted to a rusted archway, still flickered at dusk: The sedan had entered Slot 13—a tight space

Slot 11 rotated ninety degrees. Slot 9 slid backward three feet. Slot 17 lifted two inches, then settled. The grey sedan completed its rotation and faced the exit. Then it stopped. Then it nudged Slot 14