As Ex Machina's client saw me he seemed to think for a few minutes. Apparently the many waifus of the game advertisement and the fact that it stated that all the cash interactions were for cosmetics only seemed to sell him, and in short order he pulled out his phone. Because of the lights I had to drive off before I got to see him get pulled in, to my growing chagrin.

"So what can you tell me about the others? I mean, beyond the one being a toilet and the other managing magical mishaps." I really wanted more folks to talk to, if I was going to be stuck as a truck for who knows how long.

"Toilet girl is... well, it's sad really, she's nice, but really ends up catching everyone's shit all the time."

"Bro, too soon."

"Eh, she makes jokes about it too, so I doubt she'd mind. Anyway, all of us can change our forms, to an extent, but we all also have bodies."

"So what? You're like, a computer somewhere?"

"Yeah, big honking thing. Toilet girl is a toilet obviously, she can sort of teleport, but only when nobody is in the bathroom. Magic guy is a sort of... Honestly it varies a lot, sometimes he's a guy with a staff or a girl with one of those baton things, and sometimes that guy's just a drawing on the sidewalk. Not sure what to make of that. He does send me a text every now and then though, and he's chill to hang with when you're between clients."

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"That sounds trippy, how can the guy just change forms?"

"Wow you're new. We all can, well, to an extent at least. Try it out."

At his goading I found a spot well out in the desert and worked on my transformations. First into a smaller delivery truck, then all the way up to an eighteen wheeler. Then into fire trucks, dump trucks, the works. If it was a large truck, I could be it.

That done I went off and down the road. There was so much road, so much land to pass. Man I could move when I wanted to it was wild, completely insane, like space bent around me as I traveled between cities, going where my wheels took me.

With a *Ding!* I got another message. I had a new client in... Japan!? I was in the US, how in the world was I supposed to cross the freaking Pacif... as I approached the ocean in thought I froze.

"Um... Ex Machina, you there buddy?" I pinged my friend.

"Yo noob, what's going on." It took a moment but eventually he did pick up to our shared voice call.

"I've got a client in Japan."

"Yeah, that's one of the more popular ones."

"So I need to cross the Pacific."

"Makes sense."

"Um... I'm at the Pacific."

"Yup."

"Since... since when was there a massive phantasmal bridge going straight out from So-Cal?"

"Since you needed it my little nooblet, since you needed it."

"That's... what the fuck."

"Sounds like you've got it covered. Need anything else?"

"No, no I guess I don't."

"Cool, good luck, and don't forget to change your tags." With that he hung up and I began driving across the semi-transparent surface at a speed I felt sure should cause a sonic boom.