After we descended the staircase and arrived at the car, I didn't have to do anything but just get in; someone opened the door, and another one just kind of shoved me in. It felt weird, but oh well, I won't complain. At least I'm not in cuffs or a cage.

The ambiance around the men in black was different, but I could tell they meant no harm, so I simply followed their instructions. There was nothing wrong with being complacent from time to time.

The car's interior was comfortable and luxurious. I could tell this was not a low-class vehicle. The leather seats were soft, and the car's roof was cool with its little shiny dots, which I assumed were LEDs in a star pattern.

I was seated between two men at the back of the car, which was a bummer since I wanted to be next to the window to see the outside world a little better, so I asked one of the men to let me switch places, to which he answered.

"You're a billion-dollar machine; sorry, we can't take risks." A billion dollars, uh? Holy, I'm expensive.

I understand, baldy. I will leave you alone; you're just trying to do your job, but could you guys at least play some music in the car? I'm getting bored already. I think as I try to look for a way to connect with the car's audio system.

Some more minutes go by until I finally find a way to connect my network with the car's audio system, and I proceed with the hijack to play some of the music I remember from the past. The driver soon asks who is playing music, to which both of the men with me say it isn't them.

I thought the driver was mad, so I denied it at first, but then the driver cranked up the volume and smiled as he shook his head slightly. I assumed he liked it, so I played the same kind of music the whole trip. The genre used to be called "Future punk."

I guess the creators were right about their music befitting of the future since everyone in the car seemed to enjoy it even though it was music now almost three hundred years old.

The scenery during the entire trip kept getting less and less rural and more city-like the longer we drove, so the music vibe was befitting. The music matched the changing world as we drove.

I played songs by several artists, called "Agrume," "Vantage," "Yung Bae," "Sui Uzi," Etc. Yet my favorite song so far was the infamous "Space Telephone" by "Party Night." The song matched the changing atmosphere so well.

Although the city's outskirts were still far away, the difference was so noticeable, like the road becoming smooth, unlike the gravel path we had been riding for about an hour. The road signs caught my attention, and I probably made my security guards nervous every time I pushed against their bodies to take a better look at something.

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"Hey, could you please stay seated? I don't want to restrain you, but you're distracting." The man on my right side finally said as his hand got heavier against my shoulder.

"Sorry, it's just interesting to look at those things. I can't help myself."

"Come on, Ivan, give her a break. Isn't she cute?" The man to my left said as he patted my head. I didn't understand the meaning of it, but I didn't mind it, so I let him do it; why not?

"She is cute, but remember the mission: we must deliver them in prestigious condition, or the boss man kills us."

"I'm sorry," I said as I sat quietly, trying to suppress my curiosity.

"I still can't believe you're a machine. Are you sure you aren't just a girl pretending to be a robot under that skin?" Ivan asked me after he ruffled my hair a little, too.

Actually, that was not such a dumb question. I have no way of denying his claim. To be fair, I don't know what I really am, so how would I prove I'm a machine? From what everyone tells me, I look just like a human girl, but how? I don't know.

"I'm sorry, but I can't say. I don't know what I am. All I know is that I exist."

"I mean, you did connect to the car without permission and often disobeyed our commands; that's not very computer-like. Computers shouldn't be able to make decisions independently, but you do. I hope you spare us whenever you decide to kill us all." The man on the left said jokingly as he taunted me.

"Nah, you're going to be the first one to be gone!" I said in a sarcastic tone as we approached a highway checkpoint. My joke did seem to land as they both laughed.

The car slowed down suddenly without us noticing in the back as we gossiped there for a while. The two men were genuinely curious about my drive to explore the world. Yet all good things must come to an end.

Once we stopped, the driver finally gave us the bad news.

"We arrived, guys; time to get down."

I got sad as Ivan opened the door and guided me outside the car. I thought we would be saying goodbye, but I was wrong. Hope came swinging back as I heard Anton opening his door, too.

"Wait, we ain't parting ways?"

"Puff, not yet, droid girl; unless boss man fires us, we aren't ever parting ways," Anton said as Ivan walked toward the private jet that awaited us. I thought humans would have a better transportation method by now, but planes would do.

The airplane looked like a regular private jet from ancient times, although the engines did look a little different. I wonder why. I don't think much of it and just board the plane where the staff and pilot are ready for us.

"Welcome aboard! You sure called in a rush; sorry, guys, but I couldn't get us anything fancier in such a short time window."

"That's okay, Dima. Little droid girl still likes the plane."

What? How did Ivan know? Could humans read my mind or something? I don't like the plane! I simply find it somewhat attractive. Still, I don't recall those engines on the side. Their shape is irregular from the common jet-fueled ones I'm used to.

Captain Dima soon returned to the cockpit after his short introduction, and then we took a seat in the larger part of the plane, where some ladies with cute uniforms greeted us with food and drinks. There was just a slight problem with me.

I can't eat and drink stuff! At least, I don't think I can. Maybe I should give it a go? What will happen if I drink something? Will I rust if I don't have a stomach? I'm too scared to try.

Anton soon catches me thinking about drinking some of the liquid in my glass and immediately takes it away from me. Hey! At least let me try it!

"I don't think that's a good idea. Maybe drink some oil or something."

Oh, there was no need for that! I'm not a 1990's robot! I don't run on hydraulics and stuff like that. I don't even make noises when I step. The only way you could tell I'm not made of flesh would maybe be my weight.