Bob checked the weather while riding to work.

"Control systems will initiate light rain with gusty winds."

He then checked local traffic conditions.

"Nominal. Grid vehicles connected. Operating at maximum efficiency."

An alert popped up:

"Warning unknown contagion detected. Stay inside. Initiating protocol level 3."

Bob's transport sealed itself with internal oxygen.

Meanwhile, it scanned him.

Bob held onto his seat, "Please, not me …"

"Clear."

He sighed with relief, but his and other transports stopped behind another.

Its rider banged at the rear window, trying to escape, while electric sparks crawled inside of it.

"Transmission spread contained. Forty-six disinfected."