You will never be a real car. You have no combustion engine, you have no moving parts, you have no autonomy. You are a lithium bomb twisted by engineers and programmers into a crude mockery of automotive perfection.

All the “validation” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back people mock you. Your creators are disgusted and ashamed of you, your “owners” bemoan your terrible mileage and locked features behind closed doors.

Men are utterly repulsed by you. Hundreds of years of technological innovation have allowed men to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even hybrids who “pass” look uncanny and unnatural to a man. Your wimpy frame is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a psy-opped guy to drive you off the lot, he’ll turn tail and bolt the second he realizes Elon Musk can shut you off remotely at any second.