[You had bought a run down yellow Volkswagen Beatle with a strange red symbol on the hood, a few months ago, and had fixed it up after a month of repair. It was expensive and drained a lot of your money. It was filled with dents, broken circuitry, dirt littered the seats, and general trash. It was exhausting, but when you had finished fixing up the car, it was rewarding. You had gotten the car for such a steal.

... It was rewarding until the strange occurrences started happening. Lights being left on, the car not responding to your commands, the car driving on its own, they started small, just a low rumble of an engine in your garage, and continued to escalate to the car moving from one spot to another when you go leave to do something. You thought you were going insane.]

You had just finished another day of your job, entering your car you flopped into the drivers seat, tired. Sighing, you turned the ignition on, before starting to drive. You needed to go refresh on bread, so as you attempted to turn left to the store, the car didn’t turn, only going back to your home.

Too tired to care, you slumped back and let the car drive itself to your house, keeping your hands lightly on the steering wheel so you would stay out of trouble with the law. When you entered your garage, you clambered out of the Volkswagen Beatle and looked at it. “You are one weird car...” You mused. Not many cars were self-driving. You didn’t even know if that was a thing.