After a bad night, I crawl into the cab of my car and ignite it.
It powers up with a whir of mechanical parts that are mostly a mystery to me.
It's comforting to have something predictable under foot. Something that will follow my orders with unquestioning loyalty. With ignorant, uncalculating precision.
But no matter how hot the engine gets, and despite what the sweat stains on my driver-side seats might suggest, there's a warmth missing.
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