The ferry had been fitted with the latest technology and the last human operator had retired almost five years ago. The onboard computer ensured the boat ran on time – day after day after day.
Passengers got used to a computerised voice wishing them a good day. Many would say a cheery ‘thank you’ in reply as they disembarked.
The virus that engulfed the globe six months ago annihilated all of Earth’s living creatures in a matter of weeks.
Each day the ferry makes this journey. Its digital captain oblivious of his lack of passengers. His daily, cheery adieu, going unheard.
Photo Prompt © Ted Strutz
A 100-word story for this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt.