"Yes."

Connecting…

The car navigated Cheryl to her destination with ease. As she drove into the parking lot, people begin to gawk at her new vehicle. Not many people in that area had a new car, let alone a state-of-the-art car like that one.

The showboating continued for some time, until by the fifth lap around the mall people started to come disenchanted, but Cheryl wasn't finished hamming it up. She knew what would bring the attention back to her. "Radio," she said.

Radio activated.

"Volume level 7," she commanded.

Volume level Seven, is that correct?

"Yes."

Please select genre.

Before Cheryl could respond, she had to make a turn. She came to a complete stop at a Stop Sign and before Cheryl could pull forward to begin her turn another Lexus, this one white, zoomed past and almost struck her. Without thinking she yelled out, "Asshole!"

Then a thunderous boom came from the car's eight speakers as an unfamiliar voice said, "Ladies and Gentlemen, the President of the United States."