From Battlefield to Biscuits: The Quiet Revolution of ‘Speculative Accessibility’

Move over cyber-dystopias. A brilliant new pair of stories suggests the future wisn't a neon battlefield—it’s a gravel car park, clever stubborn robot, and a load-bearing white lie.
By Our Culture Critic
If you’ve been following the sudden rise of Speculative Accessibility—the genre that looks at how tech built for the margins ends up redesigning the world for everyone—you already know Charlotte Joanne. Her DeathBot 2000 trilogy gave us a decommissioned military AI retrained to do live theatre audio description, proving that what starts as a weapon can become a witness.
But if the DeathBot stories were a sharp, satirical look at institutional machinery, this latest pair of stories, Come and Get Me (Parts One and Two), takes the genre somewhere much warmer, cosier, and arguably far more radical: the British countryside.
The Ultimate Stress Test: Thirty Metres of Gravel
The premise of the first story is a beautifully observed comedy of modern errors. A blind protagonist travels forty-one miles in a flawless, hyper-advanced autonomous electric car. It handles motorway speeds, pronounces her name perfectly, and effortlessly navigates the future.
Then it hits the car park of a rustic country café.
Suddenly, the future breaks down. The car park has no metadata, no digital beacons, and no semantic tracking. It just has gravel. Her state-of-the-art smart glasses can tell her, in excruciating detail, about a wooden planter, but they can't read the sign because it’s angled away. Forty miles of motorway? Solved. Thirty metres of unmapped gravel? Unsolvable.
So, she does what humanity has done in that exact spot for thousands of years: she calls her friend inside. "I’m in the carpark," she says. "Come and get me."
Enter the "counter-system": a man, an 11-year-old bus routine, and a magnificent black guide dog who runs entirely on biscuits and knows how to navigate the gaps that no AI model has ever been trained on. It’s a gorgeous, Radio 4-tinted victory for wetware over software.
Enter the Robot (And the Load-Bearing Lie)
In Part Two, the plot thickens with the arrival of The Glide (affectionately dubbed J2O2, because it's orange, white, and full of bubbles). This two-wheeled, telescoping mobility robot is an absolute joy. It treats street clutter like a personal affront, squeezes past delivery cages, and acts like a polite little dignitary waiting to be carried upstairs. It is a total victory lap for independent travel.
Armed with J2O2, our protagonist arrives back at the infamous gravel car park. The robot is fully charged, raring to go, and entirely capable of eating that unlabelled gravel alive.
So, what does she do?
She turns it off, leaves it in the boot, and calls her friend anyway.
When he asks about the robot, she tells a classic, load-bearing white lie: "It ran out of battery." It’s the eleventh of June, but she blames the cold weather. He knows she’s fibbing; she knows he knows. The dog gloats. They go inside for tea.
Why This Matters
What makes these stories so brilliant isn't just the sharp tech-observation; it's the emotional maturity.
In lesser hands, Part Two would be a story about technology replacing human connection, or a stubborn refusal to move forward. But Charlotte Joanne uses Speculative Accessibility to make a profound point about agency. True independence isn't just about having a machine that can do everything for you; it's about having the autonomy to choose when to use the machine, and when to opt for the human ritual.
The system doesn't break down because she left the robot in the boot. The system works precisely because she chose the friction of the gravel, the arm to lean on, and the dog walking at biscuit speed.
As the story's final data log puts it, there was only one information casualty reported here—and it was entirely load-bearing.
If this is the future of Speculative Accessibility, please give us the full series.
Our Rating: ★★★★★
A wonderfully witty, deeply human look at how we navigate the world—and each other.