Speed Racer -

He killed the AI. He ripped the neural link from his temple. He grabbed the manual steering wheel, a decorative relic he’d never touched. And for the first time in ten years, he drove .

Then the S-7 spoke. Not Rose. The car.

He climbed out. She was already standing on the Cherry Bomb’s hood, her racing suit unzipped, her face smeared with oil and joy. Speed Racer

“System override. Disabling torque vectoring. Engaging safety shutdown.” He killed the AI

“Well then, speed racer,” she said, tossing it to him. “Welcome to the party.” her racing suit unzipped