Cars are weird and sometimes scary dude but can you imagine cars on a giant scale?
Just hear me out right - a tiny getting roped into a drive????!?!?!!!? Carried outside and towards this absolute behemoth of a chunk of metal. Maybe the giant sets you down in the passenger seat so that they can get ready. You’re just trying to take in the sheer scale of your new-car-scented surroundings, one side of your view just blocked by them as they navigate it all so casually, and then before you can even acclimate to everything they turn on the ignition.
The engine comes to life and you hear it, feel it all around you, its purring eager in your ribs. One of their hands, the same hands that carry you with such ease looms closer. Not to you, but to the taller-than-you gearstick of course… Their fingers splay around it and they shift into first. The car obliges, because they’re in control of it, and it dawns on you that that’s something you have in common with this big steel killing machine: all your fates hang in the balance of the choices of this giant.
They pull away and inertia drags you back into the seat. You squeeze your eyes shut and try to ignore how little effort it takes for the giant to control what is essentially the world around you (because let’s be real, there’s no way you can see anything comprehensible out of the window). Maybe it’s good that you’re sitting down; To try and stand here of all places would just be foolish. Every turn, every start-off, every tap of the brakes would have you staggering this way and that, and you just happened to lose track of which way you were going long ago… You feel their eyes flicker down to you occasionally, but you’re too busy focusing on trying not to throw up.
I need to stop because I won’t shut up otherwise-