"Recalculating."
But you don’t. You keep straight, past the old gas station with the flickering sign, past the motel where someone left a suitcase full of nothing.
"Your route may be off-road."
"Make a U-turn if possible."
But it’s not possible. Not anymore. Not since you decided that wrong turns were just unmarked detours toward something you can’t name.
That’s the thing about roads — they don’t care about your plan. Only the destination matters. And sometimes, not even that.