You are the passenger in a car. It's going faster and faster. The GPS says there's a brick wall ahead. It says, Make a U-turn. The driver says the GPS is wrong.
Soon the brick wall is visible on the horizon. The driver says it's just a mirage. He keeps accelerating. Leaning out the window, he encourages other drivers to speed up as well. He doesn't look so reckless if everyone is speeding.
He turns up the volume on the radio, distracting you all with other issues. There's a lot going on, and it all sounds important. You argue with the other passengers about what the radio is saying.
A woman takes over the driving for a while. She puts her foot on the brake. The vehicle slows down, but before it can stop, the other passengers immediately vote to replace her. No-one wants to be late for work. The man is back in the driver's seat, and the car speeds up again.
The wall gets closer. The man admits it's there, now, but he says the car will stop in time, even as he keeps his foot on the accelerator.
It gets closer still. The driver says that even if he did touch the brakes, it wouldn't make any difference. Not now.
The car slams into the wall. The bonnet crumples. The windscreen shatters. The engine bursts into flames. The cabin fills with smoke.
One of the passengers is dead. Others are injured. The driver, it turns out, was the only one with an airbag.
He admits the GPS was right. Actually, he says he ALWAYS said it was right. But he tells everyone not to worry - he has a plan to install more air bags, enough for everyone.
Even with the car burning and the passengers suffocating, even with the bonnet already grinding against the bricks, he keeps his foot pressed firmly against the gas.
