This thread reminded me of a hilarious story I had saved on my computer from a long time ago. Author, I have no Idea.
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It's the year 2025. I get up to go to work and grab the keys to my vintage 1995 Honda Civic. As I start the car, alarms suddenly start ringing.
"MANUAL CAR ALERT! MANUAL CAR ALERT!"
Self-driving Google cars cruising past my driveway suddenly stop and transform into gender neutral Police Bots.
"STOP RIGHT THERE, CIS SCUM! DRIVING NON-SELF-DRIVING CARS IS ILLEGAL"
I slam my shifter into reverse and shoot out of there faster than Elliot Rodger at a social gathering. The Police Bots transform back into self-driving Google cars and begin chasing me. As I approach 90km/h, the Google cars fall far behind as they can only go up to 40km/h. Just when I think I'm in the clear, suddenly my engine stops running. My speakers exclaim:
"You seem to have Police pursuing this vehicle. Shutting down."
, I forgot about the computer chip that every manual car had to have installed into it by Google. Out of nowhere a Google self-driving car smashes into me because they are not programmed to calculate every scenario. Disoriented with mild whiplash, I see Police Bots speeding my way. I close my eyes and take a deep sigh. This is how I'm going to die. I light up my last cigarette. The Police Bots have me surrounded.
"YOU ARE UNDER ARREST FOR DRIVING A VEHICLE AND SMOKING NICOTINE. YOU HAVE THE RIGHT TO REM--"
Suddenly, a 1976 Pontiac Trans Am rams through the Police Bots. The smoke clears and the stranger winds his wind down. It's Burt Reynolds!
"You might want to get in here, kid."
I get in the car and we drive into the desert where Burt tells me that a resistance group is forming. This is my home now.