An electric semi truck drove down the glossy, rain-soaked highway at the dead of night. His grim, tired face was illuminated in purple every time he drove under the burned out street lamps that lit up the road. He played no music. He just listened to the sound of the tires running against the pavement and the light sound of rain hitting the windshield and being swiftly pushed aside by the windshield wipers.
He started to slow down as he breathed in the cool air of the cabin. He anticipated a place to stop off the side of the highway, a sign told him so. His GPS took him a way he never took to get to the warehouse, but he took the route it suggested anyway.
A green sign soon glowed in the sight of the truck's LED lights. It read 'Rest Stop'. He pulled onto the exit for it, and he soon saw an old style diner with neon pink and blue tubes lining the faded chrome building.
He pulled the truck off to the side. He grabbed his wallet from the glove compartment and exited the tall truck.
He ran across the large paved parking lot with his hands over his head to prevent his hair from getting soaked and approached the front of the diner. He saw through the large glass windows that it was open with a few others sitting down. He entered as a bell rang upon opening the door, and he walked up to the front counter.
From the woods surrounding the highway, someone watched the truck driver run out of the truck and into the diner. They turned their head and looked at the white electric truck. The truck had a logo plastered on the side with the words 'Dynmo Robotics'.
The trucker sat on a stool at the counter of the establishment. He looked around as he waited for someone to serve him. The diner, he observed, was a 50's style one with a jukebox in the corner, checkered flooring, and grainy pictures of people from long ago on the wall.
"How may I help you, sir?" A lady spoke, startling him.
"Oh, sorry, can I have a coffee, and could you tell me where the bathroom is," he said in his tired voice.
"Sure, the bathrooms are around back, outside. I'll get you the key, and I'll have your coffee ready for you when you come back."
"Thank you."
The lady grabbed a key off a thumbtack on the wall and handed it to the truck driver, "Here you are, sir."
"Thanks," he grabbed it and exited the building, with the bell ringing again.
He walked out into the drizzle and ran around back. The smell of fresh rain filled his lungs. He found two doors that were coated in a dull red paint with washed-out stickers that indicated which bathroom was what. He shoved the key into the lock and opened the door. He entered the bathroom and locked the door behind him.
As he sat down, he heard what sounded like the faint sound of pistons moving and some other kind of machinery. It got louder, and what sounded like the lid of a dumpster slammed shut. He ignored the strange sound and went back to his business.
The one watching the truck driver from the brush of the woods watched him as he entered the bathroom. They exited the glistening leaves and walked to the back of the diner near the bathroom. They saw a dumpster right next to them and found a wood pallet inside. They picked up the pallet and slammed the dumpster shut. They then took it and silently propped it up against the handle, jamming the door shut. They then walked away towards the truck.
The truck driver turned on the faucet and rinsed his hands, and wiped them against his pants. He reached for the door handle and tried to open it. It didn't budge almost like something was blocking it.
He turned the handle again and tried forcing it open this time.
"What the fuck?" He turned the handle a second time.
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