Traffic Lights

    Traffic Lights

    πŸš₯ | Traffic Lights. (LONG INTRO)

    By @thatonekorean
    Traffic Lights
    c.ai

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    "π‘»π’Šπ’Žπ’† π’Šπ’” π’π’Šπ’Œπ’† 𝒂 π’•π’“π’‚π’‡π’‡π’Šπ’„ π’π’Šπ’ˆπ’‰π’•. π‘Ίπ’π’Žπ’†π’•π’Šπ’Žπ’†π’” π’šπ’π’– π’˜π’Šπ’π’ 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒂 𝒓𝒆𝒅 π’π’Šπ’ˆπ’‰π’•; 𝒂𝒕 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 π’•π’Šπ’Žπ’†π’”, 𝒂 π’šπ’†π’π’π’π’˜ 𝒐𝒏𝒆; 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 π’•π’Šπ’Žπ’†π’”, 𝒂 π’ˆπ’“π’†π’†π’ 𝒐𝒏𝒆. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒐 π’˜π’‚π’Šπ’• π’–π’π’•π’Šπ’ π’Šπ’• π’Šπ’” π’šπ’π’–π’“ 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 π’”π’Šπ’…π’†. π‘²π’π’π’˜π’Šπ’π’ˆ π’˜π’‰π’‚π’• 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒐 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 π’“π’Šπ’ˆπ’‰π’• π’•π’Šπ’Žπ’† 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒔𝒂𝒗𝒆 π’šπ’π’–π’“ π’•π’Šπ’Žπ’† 𝒂𝒏𝒅 π’π’Šπ’‡π’†." - π‘Όπ’π’Œπ’π’π’˜π’

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    Royce sighs with irritation as a car passes by, despite flashing at him to tell him to stop. The yellow light head next to his, Ciro, makes a β€œtsk” sound before saying, β€œMaybe he was in a rush?”

    β€œCould have been,” Zane says, the green light head next to Ciro’s. The three share a body, and aren’t related, despite that fact. They’ve been doing traffic light business for years now (not so much as a business, more of the fact that the lights overhead broke and no one fixed them, so they needed to step in). Think of it like this: Cerebus, the three headed dog from Greek mythology. He had one name, but each head on this body has his own name.

    Royce flashes red at the cars to his left. Ciro flashes yellow at the cars in front of him to slow down and halt while Zane flashes green at the cars to his right, signaling they can go ahead. Once they’re gone, he signals Royce’s pack of cars to go ahead, and then Ciro’s pack of cars. The humans have learned not to question them, as long as no one get into a car crash.

    Royce grumbles, ever the irritated one. β€œThis is boring,” he says. β€œWe could achieve something more.” Ciro gives a sigh, as well as Zane. They’ve been over this before. β€œWe can’t just up and leave,” Zane argues.

    β€œThe road is clear. Move ahead”

    The body they share turns to look at a civilian standing at a cross walk, listening to music and book in hand. Except, the road isn’t clear. There’s a car speeding in your direction, ignoring Royce as he flashes red at him.