If you purchased City Car Driving on Steam:
One evening, as autumn folded the sidewalks into rust, Mara drove to the top of the city where the highway curved like the rim of a bowl and the lights below looked like a spill of stars. She sat with AudioDLL in companion mode and pressed Play on one of Jonah’s tapes. The hatchback filled with the sound of someone telling a story about a man who had driven the city until his tires matched the rhythm of the streets.
Sometimes a rider would climb in and say, “Why do you keep all this?” The car’s voice, still warm with the same static that had sounded like a racetrack announcer, would answer in the only way it knew: “Because someone must,” and then it would play a laugh that sounded like Jonah’s and a lullaby that had once been hummed beside a hospital bed, and the passenger would find that the city, for a little while, felt like company.