Complex Robotics

Meet My Alien Robot Corvette

Chapter Three: Meet My Alien Robot Corvette

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"What are you? Are you possessed? I knew it! I knew I wasn't crazy!" I exclaimed, mind swirling as the Corvette swerved sharply to the right, rounding another corner.

The car sighed, "No, I'm not possessed. I'm not even a car!"

I raised an eyebrow. "Not a car? Then...what are you?"

"Uh...I'll explain later. Right now, we need to lose these Cons." He replied before the engine revved deeply.

My eyes were wide, frantically looking for a way out of the car. I eyed the door, but the lock quickly snapped down. It was almost as if the car knew what I was about to do. Was it psychic too?

I then began to pound on the glass, hoping that it would break. Or at least disturb the possessed Corvette. I was immediately pulled back towards the driver's seat, when I felt something snake across my chest and waist, clicking into place. I tried to undo the seatbelt, but it wouldn't budge. I then tried kicking the dashboard and steering wheel, which resulted in the other seat belt tying my legs to the seat. I struggled, trying to move forward, but I couldn't. I couldn't even move my head from the seat! The bastard tied me up like I was on a stake!

Growling, I gave up, resting my head back on the seat to catch my breath. Great, I can check being tied up in a possessed car chased by other cars off my bucket list. The seatbelt's tight grip loosened slightly. 

Gee, thanks.

The Corvette suddenly swerved off the road, heading straight into the forest, and I let out a surprised shriek from the sudden change in motion. The Corvette barely slipped by two, thick trees, revving it's engine as dirt and plants spewed into the air before landing back on the ground. Leaving a pretty nasty trail, I mentally cringed at how much dirt and mud will be stuck to the shiny Corvette. Whether it was possessed or not, I still took the time out of my day to pamper it!

The Corvette drove maniacally through the woods, barely missing large trees and flattening all bushes and plants in it's way. Luckily, we haven't collided with any animals yet. Finally, once we came to a clear opening meant for picnics and and large camping cabins, the "car" skidded to a stop, and the seatbelt pulled away and as the door opened, I felt myself slide right out, landing not-so gracefully on the ground.

I groaned, slowly trying to stand up, my mind still swirling in chaos and my heart racing in my chest. I wouldn't be surprised if this...thing could hear it. Once I had balanced myself on my shaky legs, and my breathing went back to somewhat normal, I eyed the car warily.

"Now," I panted, "Will you tell me what the hell is going on? What are you?"

The car made a grumbling noise, "I am your worst nightmare."

I swallowed hard as I felt the color drain from my face. I didn't really find that statement all hard to believe. But then the car made that same metallic "huh-huh-huh" sound as if it was laughing again, the headlights of the Corvette flashing twice. I stood there rigidly, wondering how far I could get if I bolted right then and there.

"I'm just joking," The car chuckled, but suddenly it stopped mid-chuckle and the engine growled furiously again, "Frag! Slaggin' Cons found me again, they're approaching fast."

"Cons?" I repeated, "What are Cons?"

"No time! I need you to hide behind this trees over there, and don't come out till I say okay, got it?"