Getting in the passenger seat, I closed the door. He got in the driver's seat. Sherry was struggling to her feet. It was because she was not finished off. The AEP unit was a misanthrope through and through. He did not like humans. I could see from the genuine anger on his face. "Fucking bitch. Think you're so tough, huh!?" he growled. He got out the car and walked over to her. His stomach opened up and began sucking in air around him. His wind AEP organ was an air cannon. Some of my clanmates had air cannons as well. They did not want to hurt humans with it. This AEP unit did not share that restraint. Not at all. He blasted her. She yelped as he was blown back a dozen feet. Sherry was still not dead yet. He just crossed his arms and then turned back to me. There was a smug look of satisfaction on his face. He got back in the car with me. It was a nice car. He then operated the clutch to put it in drive before revving the engine. When we got down the block, I looked at him. "You know that she's not dead, right!?" I asked. He shrugged his shoulders. "If she is alive, she will go home."
Having a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, I looked at him as he drove around. "Don't get my car dirty, filthy human. The digestive system you have is disgusting. And it is fucking inefficient." he snapped with disgust. His eyes were focused on me as he was driving down the road. AEPs had the brains of super computers. He knew where he wanted to go. It was nothing so complicated that he needed to see the road to do it well. From the fact we had not met a single red light, he was probably hacking into the traffic lights. I continued eating my sandwich. The jelly was strawberry. I needed to eat so that I could regain some HP. "This is your personal car? Not one of the clan's communal cars?" I asked. That was an interesting tidbit of information. He just smirked. "Yep. This is my personal car. I went around the whole fucking territory to get the best parts. I made this from scratch after seeing dumbass humans in a drag race. I've even used my nanites for computer components. It is literally attuned to me in every fucking way." he gloated. This was his pride and joy. It was good to know.
It was impossible to steal. If what he said was true, the car might as well be an extension of him. Still, this was a little cool piece of lore. AEP units were like babies with a pure perspective of the world. It was amazing just how innocent they were sometimes. Even though he was a Conqueror that was born to hate and want to exterminate or rule over humans, he found an interest in street racing and fast cars. "Whatever happened to those guys!? Are you are out there racing for pink slips?" I asked in pure curiosity. "I race. But there's no car out there that I can't beat. Even then, why would I take a human's car after I kill them." he answered. That was all I needed to know. It was easy to tell knowing the Conqueror mindset. He won his races and killed everyone at the finish line. That was, if he didn't kill them all during the race. Since that is the case, there was no point in even using it as a point of contention. Paul or Brett could spawn a better car to beat him. Even then, this AEP unit would just rage and try to upgrade for a big rematch. Just as I was going to say something, we got t-boned.
