OoC: Title courtesy of Ranny :3. Couldn’t wait to get this one up today. For any and all modern-ish characters who wish to meet my newest character, the talking car, R.A.I.V.E.
BiC:
“What the hell are you and what the hell is going on?!”
Pitch black car tires peeled themselves on the road as the chrome rims spun their dizzying revolutions. The rev of the engine and screech of the tires echoed throughout the brightly lit streets. The blond-haired girl in the passenger’s seat fumbled with the seatbelt buckle as the car skidded wide, turning to take another route while just barely avoiding traffic. The touch-screen to the right of the steering wheel flashed, the red line on it pulsed as a calm, male voice filled the passenger’s ears.
“I am the Revolutionary Artificial Intelligent Vehicle Enhancement, but you may call me RAIVE.”
The girl blinked as RAIVE continued to explain, pulling up various black and white photos of the girl’s father shaking hands and meeting with shady looking men, along with photos of newspaper clippings which all had the words ‘F.B.I. Director’ in the headlines.
“Your father was involved in certain negotiations with an unknown group, which quickly turned to games of blackmail.”
The car tires left their marks on the road as RAIVE skidded haphazardly around another corner, missing an oncoming car by mere millimeters as it screeched to a halt, the driver surprised at the reckless exotic that had just sped by as if nothing had happened.
“I have been assigned to transport you to the airport as fast and as safely as possible.”
“You call
this ‘safely’?!” she protested, her whole body moving and jerking as RAIVE kept narrowly swerving to avoid oncoming traffic before getting back unto the correct lane. As if RAIVE was ignoring her latest protest, it revved the engine accelerating to speeds where anything outside the window became passing blurs. Before the girl could protest again, the screen flashed, bringing up a real-time overhead video of their current location, showing a shimmering black car behind them, struggling to keep up.
The red line pulsed again,
“We are being followed. I cannot allow them to realize our destination.”
As soon as RAIVE finished speaking, long lines of words started appearing on the screen, the AI apparently scrolling through a seemingly long list. The Director’s daughter blinked at the screen in astonishment as her hands held on tightly to the seatbelt that rested across her chest.
“Is that…music…?!”
The words '
Every Move A Picture -Signs of Life' flashed as it was selected. The song started playing immediately.
Come on out
“Yes. I have my own collection.” RAIVE responded calmly,
“Now, please, secure yourself.”
Come on out in this light
“Entering Blaze Pursuit Mode in five, four, three …”
Satellites can’t see what’s inside
Scratching and squeaking sounds were heard all around the body of the car as the nanotechnology kicked into action, covering up any drag-increasing areas as well as building spoiler completely out of nanites at the back of the car. A soft whirring sound filled the interior as RAIVE dropped to barely an inch off the ground. The noise from the engine increased, along with the volume of the music in an attempt to drown it out.
“…two, one.”
Unlock the door; it won’t save you anymore
The engine seemingly cried out in protest as the car blurred along the brightly lit highway, speeding past other drivers at break-neck speed. As RAIVE rounded a large corner the runway lights of the airport came into view. At that same time, the computer pulled up another live-feed video, showing the satellite’s inability to keep up with the car and more importantly, the absence of any pursuer.
Governments can’t fight what’s inside.
“Maybe you could slow down, now?!” she shouted over the music and noise.
Show some signs of life
RAIVE began pulling up maps of the area on the screen, pointing out their location and current speed along with their destination.
“There is a lake less than a kilometer from our current location. Straight across it is our destination.”
“Yeah?! So?!”
Come on down from these heights
“How long can you hold your breath?”
“WHAT?!”
There was a sound of escaping air below the car as RAIVE suddenly lifted off the road and over the highway’s railing which was
supposed to keep cars from plunging to the lake below.
Others bled to give you the right.
The Director’s daughter began screaming at the top of her lungs as the surface of the placid lake moved up rapidly to meet them.
Understand the choice, they don’t even hear your voice
“Your screeching is causing my interior audio sensors to vibrate,” RAIVE protested calmly, awaiting the precise moment when the spinning wheels hit the water.
But governments can’t fight what’s inside
The water splashed all around them as the car hung halfway below the surface before resurfacing again, RAIVE releasing another jet of air below as the wheels began to spin rapidly. It was not until they were halfway across the lake that the woman realized what had happened, her screaming slowly dying down. The screen blinked green, showing her a model of her body, her decreasing heart-rate and a small bar that moved over the model.
What’s inside?
“Are you okay? It appears that the trip downward did not hurt you physically.”
With tears in her eyes, she nodded silently before covering her face with both hands. RAIVE continued to talk.
Show some signs of life
“I apologize. Please know that I do not wish to harm you in any way. My primary objective is the protection and preservation of life. If I knew your body was unable to withstand the shock of that jump, I would not have done it.”
And come down and put your heart in this fight
Revving the engine, the supercar rolled easily up onto the shore as the nanites began working again, breaking apart the spoiler and lifting the car, returning it to its original state. RAIVE reached the gates to the runway, and a second after, the waiting plane.
Ah, come on and make your stand tonight.
RAIVE slowed to a stop and opened the passenger door as a number of FBI agents made their way over swiftly, helping the Director’s daughter out of the car.
“You are now in the hands of the FBI.” A number of windows flashed on the touch-screen as RAIVE accessed the organization’s database,
“They will be escorting you to Tokyo.”
The door closed automatically as the rear wheels started spinning on one spot, screeching and letting out clouds of smoke.
“Take care of yourself.”
The engine and tires screamed as the car spun suddenly, racing its way back to the entrance.