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Passion of the Camaro
In my particular line of work faces seem to blur into one another most of times. Every once in a while I'll run into someone that sticks out, someone that no matter how much time passes I can't forget, or won't, take your pick. Her name was Jezabelle: I met her on a warm summer night almost ten years ago, I stepped into her room and greeted her in the same fashion that I greeted every patient with, a warm smile and "Hello, welcome to laboratory." I did this for two reasons, one it was true and the other was that it was just strange enough that I met get a chuckle out of them. Strange I know wanting to hear a chuckle from a car. She was a strange one, her original make and model was a 1978 Z28 Camaro, she was well over one hundred years old, at first I didn't quite realize what I was looking at, and after given her my greeting I stood there in silence for a few minutes. "Something wrong Doctor, you look like you've seen a ghost." she asked, to be more precise her owner had chosen her gender for her, while most selected the AI preferences of there vehicles when they bought new ones, or changed the setting when buying used cars, her owner had chosen to update an ancient behemoth with an AI drive. "No, nothing is wrong it's just it's the first time I've seen a Camaro outside of the GM museum." I said as I shook my head momentarily. "Yeah." she giggled her voice soft like a morning sunrise and holding as much promise. "My owner is a bit of an eccentric, says that one of his ancestor owned a version of me back when I was a brand new model, and that up until GM was closed a Camaro was in the driveway of his family." she explained. "Said he just wanted to envoke old memories." she added. I think at that moment was she capable of shrugging she would have.
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