Instinct: A Science Fiction Short Story

"When the Cloud came down two years ago, he decided to stay back at camp instead of run into the hills like the rest of us. We couldn't find his body when it was done, which is obvious, since we’ve never found a body. But it still stung. One minute Granddad was there, and the next minute he was gone forever.

Most people can't trust their own instincts, and I’m not sure if I’m different or if it’s just my instincts trying to play a trick on me. Granddad told me stories about people long ago who used drive vehicles — apparently everyone had one — and he told me that the main problem with them was that people couldn't trust them- selves enough. He said they used to crash into each other, just because people would hesitate or second-guess their decisions."