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Mon Feb 04, 2008 5:12 pm
fast foward to the R37
Driver walks to car and says "door open". The car door flips open automatically and the driver gets in. the car reads the RFID chip in the drivers neck and adjusts seat for optimum ergonomic support accounting for the extra two pounds he has due to his midnight snacking on illegal doughnuts purchased from a seedy bodega. Pure uncut krispy kreme. Car makes report of potential illegal sugar and transfat consumption and fowards it to law enforcement before greeting the driver. "Good morning Dave".
"good morning GT-R" the driver replies. He continues "power up, drive to office". The car retracts it's electric plug from the garage floor and engages "D" to pull out of the driveway. The driver begins to read his paper and says to the car "GT-R, decaf skim milk latte with 1 unit of I can't beleive it's not sugar". The car begins to dispense the beverage into it's official GT-R mug while selecting government-approved popular music to play at a legal volume through the Bose acustimassive X-5000 stereo available only in the hi-fi spec 2024 GT-R.
As the car follows the road precisely equidistant from the edges of the road and at exactly 54 mph, "sport mode" would mandate 54.8, It's rear cameras target a strange white vehicle. The GT-R sends a request to the traffic sattelite for information based upon the plate number. The sattelite fowards the request to the government database. The supercomputers crunch the data and return the information back down the chain. The car scrolls through the data and modulates interior lighting to the perfect candlepower for reading the Wall Street Journal.
All that the database has on this car that is rapidly approaching is the make, model and owner. Apparently 1985 is under the cutoff date for mandatory ODB-6 compliance and this Skyline is that old. Some holdouts refuse to accept the demise of the internal combustion engine and in defiance brew their own ethanol at home and through a network of machinists and cottage-industry businesses craft replacement parts for these antique vehicles. They have no automation, many run hacked transponders that broadcast spoofed codes and do not record accurate operational data. They are a highway menace that good citizens fear.
The white car pulls up alongside and after passing cuts in front of GT-R 20 feet from the stoplight. GT-R immidiately applies perfect braking and traction control to slow itself while the gyroscopic cupholder makes millions of calculations per second to keep the latte perfectly balanced without a ripple. the driver, now preturbed instructs the car to respond, "GT-R agressive response level 2". The car flashes it's lights and beeps the horn twice.
The driver of the obsolete Skyline turns down his stereo to confirm he heard something. GT-R takes a DB measurement, compiles a citizen action report and fowards it to law enforcement "slipknot, unapproved entertainment at 8 times legal level". The driver smiles in his classic reflective rear viewing aparatus on the door and begins spinning his tires. The GT-R driver, now alerted looks away from his paper in horror as smoke, rocks and chunks of smoking rubber begin spitting from the spinning tires onto GT-R. "GT-R reverse"! he screams. The car replies, "unable to comply with that request as traveling against the posted direction of travel is not permitted". The $200,000.00 car is now covered with dirt and melted rubber. Satisfied the obsolete Skyline owner pops the manual power engaement control and the car rips across the intersection but not before flipping "the bird". An archaic aggressive gesture, now illegal, GT-R files another report.