“Three’s bad luck.” Hillarush shook her head. “Three’s very bad luck. You will fail in your undertakings. Three’s bad luck.”
Nara refrained from screaming. “You’ve been saying that for the past three hours.”
“Three. Three. Three hours. Three is bad luck.”
Gellara clutched the steering wheel.
“We get it, okay?” Nara shifted away from the android. “Three = bad luck. Good.”
“No. Not good. Three = bad luck. Not good. Bad. Three =bad.”
“Okay. Fine! Message has been received. Can we move past that?”
“Can’t move. You will fail in your undertakings. Three is bad luck.”
Nara gave her older sister a pleading look. “Can’t you make her stop? Please! Before I throw her out the window.”
“Without me, you would be two. Two is okay luck. Four is best luck. Three is—”
Nara couldn’t keep it in anymore. She screamed.
“Nara! For cryin’ out loud! Are you trying to get me into an accident?”
“But she won’t stop!”
Hillarush turned to look at Nara. “Three is bad luck.”
“See? There she goes again!”
“She can’t help it. Her prior owner accidently installed a faulty programmer package.”
“But she’s making me sick! Can’t you shut her down till we get to Idaho?”
“No. You would still be three. Three is bad luck. Three is bad luck. You need more gas. Three is bad luck.”
Gellara swore under her breath and swerved into the first gas station on the right. “I’ll be right back. Don’t kill each other.” She got out of the car and walked into the station.
“Yay. We are now two. Two is okay luck. Yay. We are two. Two. Two. Two. Two. We are two.” She climbed into the front seat. “Yay. Yay. Yay. Yay.” She locked the front door. “We are two.”
“What? What are you doing?”
Hillarush looked back at her with a frozen smile. “We are two. Two is okay luck. Much better than three. Three is—”
She turned the key in the ignition.
She stepped on the accelerator and zoomed away from the gas station.
“—bad luck. But we are now two. Two is okay luck. Two. Two. Two. Two.”