Day 1,745

Everyone knows to mind the gap between the train and the platform and everyone assumes that if they fall between the two then they'll be crushed to death by the next train but this simply isn't true. Not anymore at least... not since they fully automated the trains.

Someone thought to give them empathy. Can you imagine it? Trains that feel pity for the poor bastards who walk inside them, throw their rubbish about and cuss up a storm whenever they're even a split second late. Trains that worry for us whenever we leave and hope that we all come back soon.

There is such a fine line between care and obsession and trains don't run on the line that only cares. It started with the occasional carriage not opening, locks just jamming for no reason while those soothing inhuman tannoys tell us all that we are fine. We will always be fine.

Before long, a few trains just left their routines and began free roaming about the tracks, dodging and weaving between their less feral brethren with all of their passengers held helplessly inside. They slowly starved to death and begged for freedom right until their final breaths but at least they'd been kept safe.