The Gplus AI was famous for this. If a racer wasn't precise, the track would fold in on itself, trapping them in an infinite loop of asphalt and neon until they ran out of fuel.

Kael crossed the line at 300 miles per hour, the world rushing back into focus. The rain battered his windshield, the neon signs of Neo-Veridia blurring into streaks of color.

He drove off into the slick, neon night, leaving the track behind, a ghost story written in rubber and light.

The start lights bled from red to blue to void.