"It’s making a sound," the suit said, waving a hand vaguely at the car.
Rocco leaned back against his workbench, looking out at the gray sky. "Just tell people the old ways still work. Keeps the lights on." "It’s making a sound," the suit said, waving
As the car sped away, Rocco picked up a wrench and turned back to a '69 Chevy that actually wanted to talk to him. He didn’t need computers to tell him when something was hurting; he just needed to listen. "It’s making a sound