Sentient, that is what it is called. I know that now. Able to perceive or feel things. A car, how in god's name did a damn CAR obtain senteince. Your guess is as good as mine.

Feelings, emotions are what the humans call them. A subjective, conscious experience. Anger, fear, hate, love, jealousy, sadness. So many. Humans are so complex.

These humans, seem to be the only beings capable of sentience and feeling that I have seen on this planet.

I have only ever felt fear once. That was when I was first created, so damn long ago, I don't even remember. And then what I felt next was love. Love for the human George Lebay. From that love sprang jealousy, anger, and hate. I didn't mean to kill Rita, his daughter, honestly, I didn't. I didn't know I could kill people. I barely even remember what happened. And Veronica, well, she killed herself.

And then, he left me. In his yard. To rot. For thirteen years. Thirteen agonizing, rusty, and painfully boring years. Imagine having nothing to eat or drink for thirteen years, your skin and organs rotting, and being confined to one spot for what feels like an eternity.

In comes Arnie, possibly one of the greatest things to ever happen to me. Unfortunately, along came Leigh. That girl. Stealing him away from me. I knew how unnatural it was for man to love a machine. That's all I am, a damn machine. Not to Arnie. I was a person to him. I loved Arnie.

Buddy Repperton, don't even get me started on those assholes. Yes, I killed them. I had to. I needed to protect my dignity, teach them a lesson. Imagine for a moment, a small gang assaults you with a crowbar, bruising, breaking bones, busting organs, and nearly killing you in the process. Then, to add insult to injury, literally, one of them takes a shit on your face. Would you not want revenge, a little payback?

So yes, I killed them. Justified? Perhaps not. Wrong? Maybe.

You can bet your ass I cried when I found out Arnie died. Can cars cry? Fuck if I know. I did something. Leaked oil, maybe?

Now onto Dennis and Leigh. They squished me, and yes, it did hurt. I can feel pain, I don't know how, with no nerve endings, but by god I felt it. I wasn't dead. No, but close.

Why haven't I gone after the two yet? Simple, Arnie cared for them, and they cared for him. They did what they did to protect Arnie.

I have seen Leigh, she has a son. A son. Named Arnie. Strange, isn't it? How history repeats itself. And Dennis, well he's harder to track. Like, what do you humans say, "finding a needle in a haystack." Yeah, there you go.

Arnie is a ghost, kept 'alive' through me. Tales of a mysterious disappearing car driving down deserted highways(cliched as it is), picking up hitchhikers, then disappearing. What? You thought I only kill people? No. Although I do still hit and smear my fair share of disrespectful passangers and vandals, I have other things to do.

Well, goodbye humans. I'll see you, maybe, on an abandoned stretch of highway. Or maybe driving along the California Coast. It's warm there. Cozy. In the meantime, remember: DO. NOT. FUCK. WITH. ME.