'Silver lightning bolts, ey,' Dean thinks to himself as he looks at his “car” thoughtfully. Jeff is zoned out, his mind dazed, as he is forced to search for the updating software. Dean looks at Ray, “do it,” he says, “I mean do the lightning bolts, I think silver will be sweet.”
Ray smiles, “okay, where would you like the lightning bolts to be?”
Dean thinks for a while, “on the hood, I'd like the lightning to look as if it would errupt from the Skoda Emblem and spread across the sides while the hood is covered in lightning, like a storm,” he says, his eyes sparkling, “that would look so fire!”
Ray nods, “consider it done,” he says, “anything else?”
“Yeah, add the NOX and the lowrider pneumatic Jacks and shocks,” Dean says.
Ray nods and writes Dean's wishes onto a piece of paper, “okay, how about some chrome rims with spikes?”
“Hell to the yes,” Dean says, his car is becoming cooler and cooler by the second, the teen is so happy about his first “car” that he totally forgotten that the car is actually his best pal “Jeff”. Dean is so hyped that his mind tells him that the car is a normal car.
Ray chuckles, 'hehe... enjoy it while you still can,' he thinks to himself, 'soon SHE'LL be MINE!'
“How long will it take,” Dean asks.
“Maybe a week or two,” Ray answers.
Dean sighs, “okay fine,” he says, “I'll leave my car here and come and pick it up in two weeks,” he says.
“Before you go,” Ray says, “way are you referring to the car as an “it”? Why not give “it” a gender?”
Dean looks at the car, “I don't know,” he says, “the guy before who sold it to me gave the car the name “Jeff” for some reason. At the registration office I decided to have it deleted and keep it blank until I come up with a much more suitable name.”
“I see,” Ray says, nodding, “yeah... “Jeff” is not a name for an object. You should give “it” a female name, since you are a male owning it.”
Dean nods, “yeah, I think female suits it better,” he says, “I'll think of a name, but I'm also interested if you might know a few suitable names, you are much more knowledgable in the field than me.”
Ray chuckles, “you are flattering me,” he says, “I think I'll come up with a sexy name for her,” he says.
Dean smiles, then he remembers something, “oh, before I forget,” he says, Ray looks at him, “could you also please check the radio?”
“Sure,” Ray says, “what is the issue?”
“Well... it kinda turns on and off by itself and weird noises come out from the speakers every time I shift gears.”
“Hmmm... sounds like a system malfunction,” Ray says, “I'll see what I can do and what the diagnostics program says.”
Dean beams, “thanks Ray,” he says, “you are the best!”
“Aaaw shucks,” Ray says.
“Hehe,” Dean chuckles, “anyway, I should head home, I'll see you in two weeks,” Ray nods and with that Dean exits the chop shop. Dean turns around, when he reaches the door, and gives his “car” one last loving look, “see you soon, baby,” and with that he is gone, leaving Jeff all alone with Ray.
Once Dean has left, Ray turns to the “car”, stroking it and licking his lips, “now it is only you and me, beautiful,” he says. As Ray looks at the car a name pops into his head, “you know,” he says, “you are so beautiful like a vixen. Yes... “Vixen”, THAT will be your name, it is such a sexy name and it suits you.” The young man strokes the car, “MY sexy blue vixen,” he says with a grin, “you'll be mine, I'll make sure of it.”
Jeff's mind is buzzing, he is so confused, what is happening? He can feel as something alien is entering his mind, he is unaware that the diagnostic program for his model of car is downloading into him, starting to install itself.
Ray's train of thought is interrupted by a “bing” sound coming from his computer, he looks over and smiles, “well done, beautiful,” he says, “you have found the right program and installed it. I guess it is time to run some diagnostics and tests.” The young man walks over to his computer and sits down, “first, lets pull up your memory program,” he says.
Jeff feels as if someone has their hands inside of his head, fiddling with his brain, “hu? Why does the car have a Chronivac installed in it,” Ray asks himself, “it most certainly does not belong inside a car, it is far to dangerous.” Ray downloads the Chronivac onto his computer, deleting it from the “car's” memory, the young man smirks evilly, “it is better off in my hands,” he says, “I'll put it to good use,” so Ray downloads the Chronivac onto his phone and then destroys all evidence off of his computer. “One issue solved,” the man says, “on to the next!”