We could say
We never saw it coming,
That would be a lie.

We could say
We couldn’t have foreseen it,
That would also be a lie.

We could say
It all happened so quickly,
And that would be the worst lie.

We should say
We were just too comfortable
Riding in the back seat,
Letting someone else drive.

But, of course, we won’t.

We’ll just decry our bad luck,
Write more brilliantly dumb code,
And blame the algorithm
For being a lousy chauffeur.

We could say
We chose the best seat in the house
For our own funeral.

That, at least, won’t be a lie.