Either the humans mutilate you for spare parts, or they ship you off to the junk graveyard, either way cars don’t get happy endings. Eventually the humans bring me up in the conversation, they’re arguing whether to abandon me or not. The driver is worried about the police and what they’ll do but, the passenger mentions money. The next thing I know, they’re walking away from me with my license plates, acting like nothing happened. I sit there as the other cars pass, always slowing down, and the fricking meat bags staring at me. Why doesn’t anyone stop and see if I’m ok? All I can do is sit here and wait, after waiting for 3 hours it’s now dark and, no one can see me. Just as the clock strikes midnight, orange flashing lights appear over the hill, those orange flashing lights are connected to a big rig. My savior has