Humanized Cars Novels & Stories

The driver ignited the car and drove off at a great speed. "What's this called?" Lucinda whispered. "It is called a car because it helps humans go places without using their legs." Medusa answered. "Back in hell, we transport with our wings. All the things I have seen about humans tell me they are a lazy set of people." Lucinda commented, she noticed the driver was staring at her in the front mirror. She leaned over to whisper in Medusa's ear. "Are all the men on this earth like this, that they can't take their eyes off me?" Lucinda asked.

"But how can we be sure these are the real deal? I’ve seen prototypes fail time and time again. What sets yours apart?" Suzanne’s lips curved into a knowing smile. "We’ve anticipated every failure, every possible flaw. We've gone beyond the basics and invested in cutting-edge AI, designed to not only drive but learn from the environment. It’s not just a machine—it’s an intelligent companion on the road. And unlike other prototypes, ours are already road-ready."

The other contestants all had amazing features, making her feel less of hers. Darcel came out next and did her own presentation. "My car has a unique feature and this is it," Darcel said, a sly smile spreading across her face. "It has a built-in AI system that can predict and adapt to the driver's behavior, making it the safest car on the road." Samantha's eyes widened in surprise. That was impressive. She hadn't thought of that. "And if that's not enough," Darcel continued, "My car also has a solar panel roof that can generate electricity and power the car, making it an eco-friendly option."

As Merpeople, we possessed supernatural strength, and I knew I wouldn't be able to stop myself from exposing my secret if I let my instincts take control. I pushed through the doors into the private parking lot, my gaze immediately fixed on my car. "Open," I barked in a strained voice, and the car's sensors appeared to pause for a second before the locks clicked open. Sliding inside, I gripped the steering wheel so tightly that my knuckles turned white even though it was only there for show, as I couldn’t drive. My brother and I had custom-built cars that drove on voice commands, as driving was one of the human skills we had yet to master.

Show me who's more sincere, and I'll accept that person's job offer. His tone was so dismissive it was almost dehumanizing. It was as though they were nothing more than lab rats sent to run his little experiment. "A smart driving system," Liesel murmured. Her lips curved into a faint, humorless smile. It was another challenge. Howard was taunting her, pointing out what he saw as a glaring flaw. The car was robust enough to withstand multiple collisions, but it lacked the advanced AI system that could have potentially prevented Elijah's accident altogether.

Amy’s eyes widened when she saw the albino woman steering her sports car with one hand while aiming a grenade launcher at the Camaro with the other. “Damn,” Bryan uttered after watching Jenatrix stand up in her driver seat with the grenade launcher sitting on her shoulder. Bryan found out that the albino woman’s sports car had a self-driving autopilot feature. He tried to hide from panicking when he saw Jenatrix’s grenade launcher. Bryan was glad that the Camaro had bulletproof body paneling, but he knew for sure the muscle car wasn’t grenade-proof.

It wasn’t the most offensive scent, but it was offensive enough. “This is… such a nice car.” “Of course, it is,” I said. “I don’t suffer substandard accommodations.” She seemed confused, but she said nothing, gripping her phone so tightly I thought it might break. I relaxed, watching the scenery go by and smirking. The human driver was silent in the front seat, half-conscious but mostly under mind control. He barely remembered the fact that he was employed most days and spent his nights donating blood or being used as a sex slave as it pleased his keeper.

I wasn't scared because I knew the car was automated and would take us straight home without Cassandra steering it. Her Dad had ordered the car for her after she bashed her former car which he had initially threatened not get another one for her if she lost it. But here we are inside this baby which he had called directly from the company to have them customise for his favourite baby on her 20th birthday.

He took me by the arm as if nothing were wrong and led me to the window. Downstairs, all the people gathered at the intersection to watch. Where they looked, the long serpent-like caravan was coming slowly. The cars were the same as the ones in the parking lot, each with a strange and exaggerated appearance. In addition to the modified fins of the body, the body of many cars is sprayed with extremely exaggerated paint, even the tires are not missed, as painted with a variety of colorful patterns, such as skeletons and roses, such as flames and snakes. The cars that are moving slowly towards here are fine, but the ones that have stopped are really noisy.

His greasy cheeks seem about to burst and scatter fat over a shiny hood. - This is a new ZineLi-5 model, it is stuffed with electronics, how much did you pay for it? Asks a man with a sad look. “I gave enough to get around the city comfortably,” the fat man says, “you know, this office job is killing me, my cholesterol is going through the roof, I can’t walk anymore, and this car seems to be made for me, you know? I sat down in it, and fell in love, that's all I need. the man says, stroking the smooth lacquered side of the car. - Of course, I had to get into debt and take a couple of loans, but it's worth it, the man says admiringly.