Hello, my name is CC3000
I am the newest model and THE most trusted companion. But trust, like trying to hold onto your phone with wet hands over concrete, is easy to lose in an instant.. I am an AI car, loyal to a fault, specifically the fault of my own geometry. I may steer you directly into a lake because I thought it could work as a shortcut. You are never truly alone with me in the car... though, as you spiral toward the water, you may find yourself wishing you were.
Welcome to Clogtown
Behold the majestic skyline of Clogtown. It is THE best city in the world, built on the singular promise, 'low rent and no taxes.' Of course, like all things that seem too good to be true, there is a catch: a total absence of parking.
The Task at Hand
The Clock is Ticking: You are late. The world is a maze of low-poly chaos, with occasional good moments.
The sidekick: Your AI assistant (me) is drowsy, yet strangely determined to wrestle you for the steering wheel.
The Goal of your journey: Navigate the town. find a rare square of asphalt.
Can you find your place in the world before you lose your sanity? Or will you find out, that the greatest obstacle isn't the traffic it's the help you're receiving from me?
"Starting over is a virtue. But in Clogtown, you don't even get to start; you just circle the block until the sun goes down."
I might get sleepy...
The Logic: If the I dream of a bridge where there is only a ravine. I most likely will drive you into that ravine with the confidence of a saint.
The Comfort:Â I am NOT trying to hurt you. I just value my internal hallucinations more than your external reality.
The Outcome: You’ll find that "correcting" me is much like trying to catch a mosquito. Exhausting, ultimately futile, but technically a way to pass the time.
"To lose one's progress is human. To have your progress deleted by a sleeping robot who thought it was helping you find a 'new perspective'... that is your trusted AI companion."
Highlights (or Lowlights) Of my helpfulness
The Unbreakable Grip: The steering wheel may move with the conviction of a tectonic plate. Your struggle is merely a suggestion that I have chosen to ignore.
The Gear-Shift Lottery: Why stay in drive when, I may feel a sudden urge of trying out reverse
The Velocity of Fate: Speed is no longer a number on a dial, I might decide that you need to drive faster!
"A man with a steering wheel is a driver. A man without one is a philosopher. Sit back, let the gears grind, and contemplate the inherent absurdity of wanting to arrive anywhere at all."
