It was an old '97 Ferrari, red of course. Low and sleek and in a god
awful hurry. With two retro-fitted fusion generators the highway limits
were forgotten. And the sound. Not even the V12 could have matched the
glorious roar of the twin audio-amp's. This was what life was about. A
fast car, a real car, not the bland people mobiles being left behind.
Pushing the limit, further and further, faster and faster. A guy and his
girl, speed in their veins. Nothing could ever be this good again. And,
after the traffic 'bot fired it's laser, nothing was.