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We need to invent cars that have intestines instead of engines and instead of a horn you stab a knife into the steering wheel and it shrieks in agony.

I need a car that knows what death is because I taught it

@identifying-cars-in-posts Give me a car that begs me for its life

I want a Tesla whose neural networks will whimper when I lobotomize them

I want a self-driving car that will text me a suicide note and then destroy itself by flinging itself into a ravine because its oil light turned on and it isn’t strong enough to withstand what I’d do to it when I opened up the hood

All I’m fucking saying is that if I’m gonna be scared to exist as a pedestrian then it’s only fair that I get to make cars experience body horror right fucking back.

You are talking about horses

can confirm, my horse texted me a suicide note a few months ago