Humanized Cars Novels & Stories

Kohn mumbles, and I nod. ******* The ambulance they load my mate into is basically just a van with a skinny bed in it. But it does have a pole to hold her various fluids bags, so I bite back my growl. As familiar as I am with laws and how to win in a courtroom, you would think I would know more about human technology, but I don't. I know the basics. I know how to drive one of their cars. I know how to read and write, not like most other wolves. I know how to use their cellphones and computers. But I guess when it comes to their healthcare, I am clueless.

Khai tugged me into an unknown distance. I wore a trench coat and boots. We were about a mile away from the house when a shelter appeared. It had two giant brown doors that pulled up vertically when Khai pressed a button. Inside was a black matte car, small and sexy like a black mamba. He strapped me into the passenger seat. "Why do you guys even own cars?" I asked when the engine roared to life. "Humans don't want animals running in the streets. In the same way, you don't want them in the woods," he replied.

She reached over to help him sit down before fastening her seatbelt. As soon as she fastened it, the screen in the center console lit up, and a cartoonish human-shaped dumpling popped up, blinking its big eyes on the screen, "Are you the master Little White has been waiting for thousands of years? Little White misses you so much. Hurry up and pass the facial recognition so Little White can remember you forever." The voice sounded like that of a child just learning to speak, soft and cute enough to melt. It truly was a fully AI-customized car, indeed different.

The last question was a little absurd but I was too intrigued. His eyes lit up as if enjoying my reaction, he rested back against the seat and pulled his hand behind his head, “It is not always magic behind everything, silly girl. This car is voice automated and can drive on its own with the GPS.” The thing that he called me silly pricked a little like an ant bite, but the fact that this was a voice-automated car that could drive on its own quickly overshadowed it. I had never ridden in one before, which was, of course, pretty obvious but it was so cool!

“Yes?” “There is a beast humans used to move around now. On the day I woke up, I had saved a man from one but rather than thank me, he accused me of ruining it. At then, I had no money and I had to pay with my ancestral ring. Do you know what that beast is?” Mariah smiled. “It is not called beast, but cars. It has different models, different sizes and different capacities. Humans have a lot of mode of transportation these days and horses are only for fun and games in some certain areas.”

"For the thrill, Ashley. It's living like our kin." That's how humans and werewolves differ," I said, the tips of my fingers touching the cold of the glass bottle in my hand. "Humans are hardware-based—guns, tanks, your choice…. My words cut off as David took a sharp turn, having the car drive past the large house of the Oakwood Pack and down the line of houses in the inner district." He picked up where I left him, his voice driehard. "Armored cars, warships. oh, and don't forget the latest—nuclear bombs!"

the AI said again. Immediately, Rachel let go of the steerings as she watched, suddenly she felt the car she was in began to restructure itself, she could feel as some parts of the car enlarged while some parts became smaller, it was as if someone or something was remodeling it, all this while the car didn't stop and continued to move at the same place Rachel had left it, after sometimes, the Al voice was heard again, "camouflage completed, deactivating automated drive." Immediately Rachel took hold of the steerings again as she continued driving, but this time she didn't drive fast but rather normally cause if she drove fast it could alarm those people up and the ones following her.

Julien spaced out as he stared at his cup, sighing, "Yes, one does feel the pain when they reach that phase—it's just like you say, you become an old car as you age, and no amount of wealth changes that. "That said, I am a collector of vintage cars, and they appear to be no different vintage thanks to my team of mechanics keeping them that way. But in reality, they are still unreliable, and some are in no condition to be driven and are only there to be displayed. Even those that can be driven could not perform all that well." Pausing, Julien then continued, "And humans are a lot less reliable than that. When it comes to cars, you can just change the parts or go the extra mile to restart prod

. Carlisia looked at the truck and I was called "I have brought me my car? I asked. "I have brought you something better." Rehabilitation of his uncle and drive his head toward the driver in the truck. The back door for the truck will be taken in the move and the male of Carleceia is open once it has seen what he was in it. "Yallah ..." she said but she stopped a little, and he considered her uncle who smiled to answer it. "I have a" aimed at his court, so this form the carmeless microfinum, which is declining on his uncle who once again held him and a man before he puts her feet to watch him jumping joy in his new car. "My God! Thank you very much!" . "I consider this birthday gift early."

“Simple things. They must have taken down a low-level werewolf with minimal combat experience. Let's just kill them.” “I understand, sir.” Franz nodded. My eyes closed tightly, and I rested my tired body in the car. I can be relaxed because the car I'm riding in right now is a special type, and there's only one in the world. Cars with top-level durability, high-capacity engines, bullet-proof glass, and wheels that cannot be shot at or scratched by sharp objects. The main thing is that it provides advantages, namely being a long barreled weapon that can shoot at close or long distances.