As I blend into the abandoned car garage, disguised as a Camaro, my thoughts race, a tangled maze of uncertainty. Lost memories leave me vulnerable, but I remain patient, waiting for a spark of familiarity. I yearn for someone to recognize me, to unravel the mysteries locked within. In the quiet solitude, I let out a whir and beep, “ZRT, this is upsetting, BEEP.” I hide, hoping for a sign, for any chance encounter to illuminate my forgotten past.