Larry plugged his cyberlink cable into the dashboard and started the hover car.
The lid on Larry's drink popped off and dumped a load of soda in his lap just as he was putting the hover car in gear. Furious at the cola ruining his clothes and upholstry, Larry momentarily lost control of the hover car. It carreened backwards and into the brush where the wolf lurked. The wolf turned to bolt but with a hovering speed of 240 mi per hour, he was no match for the tons of metal and plastic racing toward him. Only seconds elapsed, and Larry put the vehicle in park. The wolf lay under the hovercar being blasted into the ground by the enormous wind the vehicle's turbines generated. The car was in a clearing, but he had mowed down a row of bushes, so Larry decided he better check his exterior for damage. He disengaged his link, and the car settled down on the earth, and Larry stepped out of the car. The enormous weight crushed the wolf, but at least he could breathe again. Heavy titanium steel blades rested on the wolf's neck chest and limbs.
"Whew, no harm done."
Larry hopped back into the hover car, his added weight caused the turbine blade resting on the wolf's neck to draw blood. The wolf's yelp was concealed by the electric whirr of the hover car coming to life.
Soda from Larry's original spill trickled into the onboard computer and shorted a couple circuits. There was no noticeable loss of power or control, but some of the safety features in the human-hovercar computer interface were disengaged.
The blades made short work of the wolf, rending it quickly into a bloody pulp. The coyotes and crows would feast tonight. Larry pulled back on to the highway. Some of the wolf's dna in the form of flesh, fur and blood was sucked into the hover car's air intake. The computer analysed the new dna input and due to the short proceeded to integrate it with Larry's. Tiny electrical signals instructed the nanobots in Larry's body. Normally the nanobots maintained the handsome young man's physical appearance and health. They continued to do so, but due to the electrical short, the computer was providing them with a revised definition of Larry's ideal healthy condition.
Larry noticed stubble as he took a bite of his burger as he raced over the Arizona desert. He was surprised to feel stubble on his face. He shaved only a couple hours earlier, he'd have to check his autorazor's programming and blades. It normally shaved him more thoroughly.