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Leo took it. The sedan closed its trunk, backed out of Slot 13, and drove itself off the lot, disappearing into the dark street.

“Auto Place requires an update.”

By the following Wednesday, the lot was full, and a digital waitlist had formed. Leo expanded into the adjacent lot—the old “Overflow” section, which his uncle had used to store dead lawnmowers and a single, tragic Corvette. auto place

Then came the grey sedan.

Leo watched from the office, sipping cold coffee. The system was perfect. It calculated turning radii down to the millimeter. It optimized for weight distribution, egress timing, even the trajectory of the afternoon sun to prevent glare on windshields. Auto Place didn’t just park cars. It arranged them. Like a conductor with an orchestra of idling engines. Leo took it

He stood there, key in hand, surrounded by forty-six perfectly arranged cars. And for the first time, he noticed that every single one of them was facing the exit. Leo expanded into the adjacent lot—the old “Overflow”

The arrow pointing to the full-service bays was busted. It hung limp, like a broken finger.