She opened up feeling like she'd driven deliveries in the city too long, finally out on the highway. She felt all the crud loosening up, but it was mostly her mind that was floating on wave after wave of stored procedures, checking all the gauges, jacked right in to the heart of her machine. Time to start feeling it really hum. Bad news? They were like obstacles for the mind, very important that she pay attention to them, yes. You got to know the road you're on.
Picking something up on the radio. There's an accident on the road ahead. Smart oil all over the highway. The road is slick with micromachines looking for some crud to clean up polishing the road like it was the inside of a noble gas plasma engine. They'd have to wait to clean the spill up till some company rep beamed instruction out to some control nano to rally the troops and wait in a puddle by the side of the road.
In the meantime, she searched her map database for a detour route.