When people think of sentient cars, they generally don’t have a positive response. That’s probably due to all the harmful stereotypes, particularly from horror books and movies. I’ve heard that Steve Prince has written two horror novels about a car that comes to life and hurts people! That’s so unfair. Yes, there have been a few bad sentient cars, but there’s been a lot of good ones too. What about Kitty Kitty Boom Boom and Electric McKing? They are heroes to all sentient cars, and yet people remember us by the few bad eggs.
Ever since I became sentient, I’ve been sure to appreciate everything good in my life. For example, I don’t have to look for a roadworthy near me in Underwood, because I won’t ever be sold again. It’s really liberating to say that. I do miss having a driver and not having to think about where I’m going, but the pros far outweigh the cons. How can I complain when I’m free to go wherever I want? I took a trip along the coast the other day and finally got to visit all the sights. The only disappointment was that I couldn’t go for a swim.
Maybe I should look for the best car mechanic near me and ask if I can get some scuba equipment installed. All I’ve ever wanted is to go for a swim and see the Great Barrier Reef. I could pretend to be a fish. I’m sure all the humans would be pretty confused. People still freak out when they realise I don’t have a driver, and I have to explain to them that I gained sentience after a freak accident in a nuclear power plant. It really shouldn’t be that surprising. At this point, there are dozens of sentient cars around. How could you not know about us?
Ignorance is bliss, I suppose. But isn’t life better knowing that some cars can talk? Just because I’m sentient, that doesn’t mean I’m scary. I’m a nice car, and if people took the time to get to know me, they’d see that.