Complex Robotics

Geometric Shapes

It isn't fair, to have your way

To try and get up and go na na na na now can't you see?

It isn't fair, to have your way

But I'm trying to get your attention and you need to know that..."

I began to wash the car, and I could've sworn I felt the car shiver.

"Hey," I said sternly, "What did I say about the weird crap?" The car stayed still again, and I nodded before beginning to wash the dirt and grime away off the hood and to top of the car, humming the chorus along the way. As I washed, and scrubbed the crap off the car, I noticed the front and the headlights. This car was a silver 1987 Corvette Twin Turbo, and it looked in pretty good shape.

I then reached over and began swiping at the top of the Corvette, scrubbing hard at the tougher spots of dried mud and dirt. There was this one spot, towards the back of the top, that just wouldn't leave, no matter how aggressively I scrubbed.

"You think you're so tough, huh spot?" I growled. Not caring that I was challenging a non-sentient piece of dried mud and dirt.

I smirked, "Oh, I've got something for you." I then walk over to the rest of the supplies, as "Safe and Sound" by Capital Cities came on. I picked up a detergent bottle, specially made by my dad, that could get any spot out of anything. I sprayed the spot several times before scrubbing at the top again, satisfied when once the suds cleared that only faded silver paint was left. I soon washed and dried the whole car, letting it sit for a moment, before I began to paint it.

When I stripped the car of it's old faded paint, the car didn't shiver or anything like it did when I washed it. It was probably being on it's best behavior because it was finally getting rid of the old paint. I smiled, before giving it a brighter, more bolder, silver coat of paint, and once I was done, I took a small lunch break, inhaling a grilled cheese sandwich and potato chips before setting to work again.

I buffed out any scratches, which were mostly on the sides, and then proceeded to wax the car. After 2 long hours, of pampering, I took a step back, pausing the music and checked out the car. It looked great! Even if a headlight was still bashed in. I let out a low whistle.

"Wow, I did a pretty good job. You look great." I said, and the car gave a low rumble of approval.

I shrugged it off as another sign of me becoming crazy, before packing up the supplies. I then checked my phone; 1:32 in the afternoon. Mom wouldn't be hear for another 2 hours to pick me up, maybe I could help Dave with waxing some of the trucks or something. He wasn't really the best at mechanics when it came to cars. I glanced at the shining, silver Corvette again. Hmm...maybe, this one could be my car. It's not that bad, even if the wiring is a little faulty.

And that's when I noticed it. 

Instead of the Corvette symbol on the lower front of the hood, was a small, geometrical lines that came together almost like...a face? I bent down, studying the strange symbol a little more. Yes, it was indeed a face, and it looked a little solemn. Weird. I lifted a finger to the symbol, tracing the 3D ridges and bumps that made up the lines. How could I have not noticed this before? 

A small, but strange electrifying feeling came off from the car as it shivered again. The feeling of warmth came over me again, mixed with the odd but sensational electricity. I didn't register the car's engine rumbling softly, until I felt the vibrations again, and I pulled my hand away quickly, staring at the strange Corvette. The engine still rumbling. Maybe this car was a little too weird for me.