Ray looks over the results, “the engine seems to be running normally,” he mumbles to himself, “but for some reason the electronics and computer have some issues. Time to open the “error” tag and see what we have.” The 18-year-old opens the tag and looks at the “errors”, he raises his eyebrow as he reads stuff like “little brother Jason, 10 years old” and “mother June, 40 years old” and “father Carl, 38 years old” and “girlfriend Amber, 16 years old”, the list of “errors” goes on and on with all kinds of strange stuff like this. Ray shakes his head, “what the hell did the former owner do to this car,” he asks himself, “no wonder the system is all muddled and that the radio turns itself on and off.” He turns towards the “car”, Jeff is unaware of what is going on since his mind is still fuzzed from the update, “don’t worry “Vixen”,” Ray says, “I’ll fix you”. Ray scrolls all the way down and finds a button, which reads “erase all errors”, below it there are two boxes one with “yes” the other with “no”. The young man moves the mouse and clicks on “yes”, a window with a message pops up, the message saying “erasing errors. Duration about 4 hours, please wait”. Ray decides to check the rest of the “car’s” results while the program erases the “errors”. As the young man looks through the “car’s” stats he notices that the Skoda Superb Sportline does not have a digital assistant, “strange, I thought that digital assistants were standard in these cars,” Ray says to himself, “better add it so that it is up to date with the other models.” He searches the program’s database and soon finds the newest most advanced digital assistant software and downloads it into the “car’s” computer.
Jeff suddenly feels super weird, as if his mind became a mixture of human and technical thinking, the human part of his mind knows that something is very wrong, but the car part of his mind does not care.
Ray then stumbles across a blank field, on the left, next to the blank field, it says “name of car, which also controls the digital assistant”. Ray types in “Vixen” right away, “Dean can change the name, if he prefers something else,” he says to himself. A “bing” sound is heard as the digital assistant software finishes the download, Ray opens the software and checks the stats:
Voice: human
Gender of Voice: male
“A male voice for a sexy vixen,” Ray mumbles, “nope, that I have to fix,” so he changes the gender of the voice to female.
Jeff suddenly feels a name pop into his mind and a strange feeling as if it that something was something important that he had forgotten. The name “Vixen” runs through his mind, ‘m-my name is… V-Vixen,’ the human part of his mind thinks, ‘h-how could I fo-forget my own.. n-name?’
Then he feels something happening in his “throat”, even as a car, Jeff's mind knows that it has a human's body, it can feel the human body. The human part of the “car” is shocked as it feels it's Adams apple disappear.
Ray continues to look through the stats the update software has gathered about the “car”. “Age of car: 16? That can't be right,” the young man says, “the superb has only been manufactured between 2015 and 2019.” He turns to look at the “car”, “and this looks like the newest model,” he says, “so it can't be older than at least five years old.” Ray shakes his head, “really, what have the former owners done to this car,” he asks himself, “they totally messed up the car's system.” He lets out a sigh, “oh well, good thing I am hear to fix these issues,” so Ray changes the “car's age” from 16 to 5.
The human part of “Vixen” feels itself shrink and become younger, 'hu? Why am I becoming younger and shorter? Wasn't I a 16-year-old,' it thinks to itself.
While “Vixen” tries to make sense of what is going on, Ray in the meantime has found the digital assistant software for Dean’s “car”. “Time to upload and install the software to the car,” Ray says to himself.
“Vixen” feels strange, as if she is losing her self control, she suddenly is “reminded” that her only the voice of her “owner” causes her to talk. She also remembers that her system only has a few basic words, such as “good morning”, “good bye”, “thank you”, “have a nice day” and other words which help the owner to navigate through her system.
While the software is installing onto the “car’s” computer, Ray turns around to look at it, ‘it would be cool if there would be a way to somehow create a program which would create a 3D model of the digital assistant and show it on a screen, like a hologram,’ he thinks to himself. The young man suddenly gets an idea and a smile appears on his face, “I think there IS such an software,” he says, “if I am not mistaken it is called “digital assistant avatar creator.” Ray licks his lips, “I’d love to see “Vixen” as a 3D-model on the computer screen of the car,” he mumbles to himself, “I could design the perfect body which suits the car’s age and her gender, I also could choose between a human, anthro or animal avatar.” The young man grins and opens his search engine, he soon finds the software and he immediately downloads and installs it to his computer, syncing it with “Vixen’s” main board. While the software downloads, Ray checks his watch, his eyes widen as he sees the time, “midnight already,” he asks out loud, “man, time flies when there is a lot to do.” He looks at the “car” and half finished “car”, “well, I can stop for today,” he says, “the software will install itself and the BMW 7 series will be finished in the morning. Tomorrow I’ll design “Vixen’s” avatar, I think a cute five-year-old fox-girl would be perfect,” he says, licking his lips and grins as he feels his penis twitch at the thought of a sexy five-year old fox-girl, “and after that, I’ll start on the lightning-bolt-markings and once that is done I’ll add tainted side and back windows and a bigger screen, maybe change the whole interior into something spacey.” Ray grins wide, he walks over to the “car” and strokes it, “when I am done with you, you’ll be a head turner and I bet I’ll get lots of offers from people who’d like to buy you. I just need to think of a way what to do with Dean,” and with that Ray turns off the garage lights and locks the chop-shop and heads home for a few hours of sleep.