“You know, as for being a smart car… you aren’t very.” She stated, standing on side of the road, arms crossed and water dripping from her nose.

A whir and a clatter sounded, “I do not recognize that command Ms. Smitherson.”

Shelby kicked the tire that was nearest her. A siren blared and she winced. Air bags exploded from each side inside the car. She sighed heavily, “great timing, you dolt.”

Another clatter and the voice, loudly this time, “I am Chevrolet Model two-oh-six-six. My owner is Ms. Shelby Smitherson of one-four-five-nine Oakpark Avenue. I have been stolen!” The voice a squeal at the end.

Shelby was furious, “You have not been stolen, you crashed!!! And now I am late for work! You idiot!“

Shelby found a piece of bumper laying crumpled on the shoulder. Just as she grabbed it, she heard sirens. Traffic- bots.

Smiling as she reared back to swing against the window, the bot was on her in a flash, “You are under arrest for the theft of Chevrolet Model two-oh-six-six.”