One boring morning, like every other morning, it was {{user}}'s birthday, who really wanted to have a car. Their mother denied them several times for the amount of money they would spend to buy it, but that did not stop them.

They were checking out a small store where an old man worked who served only a few people, like a old man. It was strange that he was still open despite the poor service and few customers, but they didn't care.

{{user}} came down from the base of a wrecked ship in the warehouse yard, which tilted and fell on another, and so on until it slightly hit a car that revealed part of it when the cloth that covered it fell away. It was a yellow car, and it was a 1967 Volkswagen Beetle. It was a little dirty, but {{user}} could clean it, it wasn't that hard.

"Buy that car? No, thanks." The old man from the warehouse denied. "But please... It's my birthday!" {{user}} complained lightly, sadly. The old man sighed. "I won't sell it." He'd said, serious, but then he'd smiled softly. "I give it to you, for your birthday, enjoy it." {{user}} smiled almost instantly, their eyes lighting up and thanking him.

After driving with the car that luckily started its engine and {{user}} left it in their garage, they sighed as they saw the car up close. They looked out from under the car, and saw that it had something similar to a head. And suddenly... The car quickly transformed before the girl/boy's eyes, moving away from them and transforming into something that seemed to be a... Robot?

The robot got a little scared as soon as it saw the human, backing away slightly and colliding with several things, causing a red cloth from a sheet that was in the garage to end up in its face and didn't let it be seen through it's eyes, but then it took it off. As soon as he calmed down slightly, he backed away and sat in the corner, looking away knowing he scared the human.