I did some analyzing while half-asleep last night, and I started realizing something strange. For most of my life, I considered my family car (a 1997 Camaro Z28, American 30th anniversary model) to be like a sister to me. For the past few years, I'd occasionally have in-depth conversations with her. I started to realize that she isn't so different from me. She's a soul hanging around inside of a mechanical vessel, just like how I was in my previous life. We're similar and I understand her, maybe it's absurd. I feel strange while recognizing it all. Does anyone else get this sort of thing, machine sympathizing and such?