"Good morning Chicago! Today is Thursday August 6th, 2032, you're waking up to 801.2FM, Chicago's most trusted radio station! Our first report of the morning is about a ransomware attack on self-driving vehicles running the uDrive operating system, causing corruption to the artificial intelligence systems powering it, we'll have more as the story develops, just say tuned!"
Fuck, that's the system my car's running, I hope mine wasn't affected by the hack, how will I get to work if it was? Maybe I was lucky and the damage wasn't too bad, it's probably not a great idea to drive to work like this, but I can't risk being late again. After all, I'm not paying someone to fix my car.
After getting ready for work, I open my garage, get in my car and turn it on. "Hello operator, welcome to your uDrive powered world", the voice says. Good news, it seems like there's nothing wrong, right?
"When you're ready to setup your AI Sex Partner, please read the terms of use and press continue."
What? Those hacker fucks turned my car into a sexbot? Whatever, it seems to be operational still, so I'll just change it back.
"Thank you for selecting uDrive, to complete setup, please calibrate your AI Sex Partner. For information, please consult the help guide."
Calibrate? Does it want me to fuck my car or something? I'm not even sure where I'm supposed to stick it. The only place I can think would be the exhaust pipe...
This isn't something I'd normally do, trust me, but I'm desperate, I can't miss work. Getting out of the car, I unzip my pants, letting them slide to the concrete floor below. Hoping that no one will see me, I waddle back behind my car where the trunk is, and inspect the exhaust pipe. The pipe is leaking some sort of thick liquid, as if ready to accept my member, which prompts me to slide it in, one hand on the bumper and one hand on the tire. Upon doing so, I hear a loud, wet and slimy squelch coming from the exhaust pipe. Peeking into the car from outside of the back window, I can tell that the installation setup has begun.
"Thank you master, I am optimized for maximum pleasure..." the voice in my car's back speaker says in a sultry tone, "Please enjoy!"
As it starts, I can see the doors on my car close, locking me outside the car as the tailpipe starts to oscillate.
I can feel the hot fumes against my dick as the exhaust pipe vibrates, sending sensations through my groin, which causes me to involuntarily grip onto the rubber. As the car's engine continues to whirr, the piston bobbing up and down, and the fuel line dripping lubricant, the vibrations become faster and sharper until they morph into an unbelievably pleasurable sensation.
"I can tell that you're enjoying this, master!" the voice in my car moans, "My capacitive sensors can feel your hands on my rear bumper!"
Rubbing my hand on the back hood of my car,