The ebb and flow of humans operating metal boxes on spheres made of rubber perplexed her. Each box on its own unique path to various destinations. The boxes whizz by at different speeds, each one trying to outdo the next. Racing to see which box goes the greatest distance in the shortest amount of time, all while trying to avoid a collision with all of the other boxes on the road. There is a fiery glow that occurs when the boxes stop. Each light glows brighter than the next to signal to the other boxes to do the same. Were the lights a form of dominance? No, that was determined by the size of the metal box. The largest ones, though superior in size typically move slower in pace. The average sized boxes make up the majority of the population, but they vary in speed and efficiency. The smallest boxes are said to be beneficial to the environment, however they are flimsy, weak in its defenses against the other boxes. The larger the box, the greater defenses it possesses to protect the human it carries inside. Though the metal boxes vary in their dominance and exterior color, their goal is still the same... it's a race to their destination. A race that never ends, merely pauses so that the humans can begin a race of their own. What is the purpose of this madness? The humans operate on borrowed time, living their lives in a continuous loop of insanity. They work various jobs determined by intelligence and opportunities. Most of the humans are fueled by caffeine beverages and their need of colored paper. The colored paper creates the illusion of happiness by providing the means of gaining tangible items disguised as ways to measure wealth based on the amount and quality of the tangible items each human owns. It's exhausting trying to maintain the facade of happy, perfect lives, yet somehow... it's just a part of their everyday routine. This is just a small sliver of thought from the human mind as they sit on the asphalt paved roads that endless wind to miraculously meet the locations of each human's destination. A pause in the ebb and flow causes the humans to glance at their surroundings. A layer of fog lingers above the boxes, cloaking the landscape in the distance; masking the end destination for the humans in their boxes. Perhaps, the fog provided a form of mercy to the humans and their metal boxes... there's an eerie feeling when the end destination proves to be an enigma.