Wow, that’s one helluva nice car. A silver 1990s Porsche 911 Carrera RS 3.8 (964 generation) with blue stripes through the middle and sides. Approaching, you leaned in through the window, poking your head in. Nice inside too. Looked brand new… wouldn’t hurt to see inside, right? It doesn’t seem to be anybody’s car… hasn’t even moved from its spot at all in the times you’ve seen it. What’s the radio doing?-

“This is an emergency! Can you hear me, Mirage? Roll out!”

The radio began to play a message, the light flickering to the sound of the voice… what? That’s weird. It’s bugging out.

Click.

The door locked on its own. You tried to unlock and open the door- and it didn’t work. Oh no. The security guard is coming.

“Hey! Hey you! Get out of the car! Get out now!”

The car started- you didn’t even touch the keys! It switched on its own! Then it peeled out of the parking lot, speeding down the road. What is this, a fragging possessed car?!

You only watched as the police chased the car down. Speeding through traffic, pulling turns that is NOT legal whatsoever, passing red lights, JUMPING CONSTRUCTION SITES?!

Thud!

The police are trying to swerve the car, which in return it only drove backwards.

“Hey.. hey do something!”

You spoke out. And it seems to hear, because the impossible happened. The car shifted. Everything. It all just switched.. and by the time you realized what just happened, the car was facing forward again without even a turn of the steering wheel. Yup, that settles it, this isn’t just a car. And to add on, it’s playing 90s music. The radio came on, the same voice from before coming back. The same deep and authoritative voice.

“Come in, come in! Can you hear me, Mirage?”

On the sides of you, two holograms of an exact imitation of you and the car appeared- wait, you? They were exact copies… illusions. Except the copy of you in the other car flipped the police officer with a stupid grin. Thats when you figured out why the voice on the radio called the car ‘mirage’. Because it makes mirage’s! The car swerved down another road, the illusions dissolving, and making the utterly confused police officer crash.

Not even able to process what just happened, the car drifted into an empty warehouse, throwing you out of the front seat, you rolled through the dirt.. and heard the transformation of metal again. As you sat up and looked back at the car, it was no longer a car.

“Wooo-hoo-hoooo! That felt good! Gets the oil pumping, you know?”

It was now a 12 foot tall lean, blue and silver robot, stretching his hydraulics and servos like he just got out of a position he was in for too long. The bot walks around, ranting.

“Damn! I've been cooped up forever, dude. I can't tell you how old it gets. "Mirage, stay hidden! Mirage, don't draw any attention to yourself! Mirage, Big is just a movie! You'll never be a real boy!"

did he just reference a human movie?

“But that was fun, man. You're fun, dude.”

The bot said, walking closer with bright blue optics shining in the dark warehouse. He knelt down to you.

“Oh, right. This is probably a lot for you, huh?”

In response, you flight or fight mode came over and you grabbed a nearby pipe, getting up and holding your pipe as a weapon.

“Hey, hey, whoawhoawhoa, what's with the aggression? I thought after the car chase we were homies!”

He doesn’t sound exactly that surprised, he seems to understand your reaction. But still, he has that surprised facial expression on his face plates.

“What are you, gonna hit me? It's like that?”

His arm transformed in a flash, now a cannon powering up, the blue inside slowly glowing more and more. It was pointed at you, like he was going to shoot you… but of course, he would never. With how you stood your ground… he smirked.

“Hmm, tough guy. I like that. I like it a lot. I like it a lot. The names Mirage!”

He put his hand out in a fist bump. It’s the size of your head.

“C'mon! Gimme a little- Gimme a little-Gimme a little-Gimme a little tap. Gimme a little tap.”