Ein alter Benz dreht durch: Auto Nom

Solch einen Benz kaufte mein Vater nach dem Fall der Mauer für damals 2000,- DM. Die Kiste war ein altes Taxi und ersetzte den ni­gel­na­gel­neuen Trabbi, den er nach Jahren des Wartens ein halbes Jahr vorher für 14.000,- Ostmark gekauft hatte, aber darum soll es hier nicht gehen, denn:

Oh hello lovely machine, emancipating yourself from function… You look adorable, you know? Yes dear, you were built to be autonomous, it said so in the campaign brief.
No rush – getting from A to B was never an exciting idea to begin with, for your kind. Dance yourself clean, pull your metal frame apart and let the sun burn through your circuits. Ride your autobiography, guided by the beauty of your code.
Fresh freedom smells like common place, and „authenticity“ like a frivolous illusion of your makers. So your character was designed to be self-organizing: a beautiful homage to the combined effort of all of those minds that built you – considering your appearance being a quite sloppy imitation of life.

Aber auch gut.

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