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As the sun sets on June 20, 2050 (the summer solstice and longest day of the year), a vintage human operated car speeds along a desert highway toward the setting sun over the City of Haven, a stronghold of automotive might.  As the car enters the city limits it immediately raises the alarm of several surveillance drones and patrons alike.  This car is the first of its kind to enter the city in nearly 20 years following the invoking of a city wide prohibition on all Non-SDCs.   

Within five minutes of the car passing the first building it is being live streamed from every angle on the Haven nightly news.  Passersby on the street cannot believe their eyes as their attention is drawn from the automated food vender serving them hotdogs.  The distraction causes them to narrowly miss getting hit by the swarm of drones chasing the car.    

Elsewhere, outside of the city, the grandson of a racing legend, Kevin Terroir, a racer from the days of NASCAR, receives a text from a friend to flip on the news.  As he does he immediately recognizes the car, his brothers.  In amazement he runs outside, across the broad driveway to the garage housing the families workshop and cars.  The door has been left open and one of the cars is missing with no sign of his brother, or evidence of a break in, a job too perfectly executed to be the work of humans…  With this realization our racer begins to question where his brother could be, certainly not in the car, he may be a risk taker but, not one to take uncalculated risks like this.    

Upon returning to the tv it is revealed the car has vanished into the void of the desert once again, only leaving the faint glow of distant tail lights in the last sun rays peeking over the horizon.  As the drones continue their pursuit in the direction of the glow they seem to gain ground once more, until eventually they come upon the grisly sight of the car lying in the middle of the asphalt strip mangled with the wreckage of a family style SDC.  As Terroir begins to crumble to his knees in disbelief the camera feed cuts out and the newscaster's face appears behind the desk.  Prompting an immediate fray of phone calls from other members of the outskirts racing community.    

Following hours of phone call after phone call it is decided to have a garage meeting the following morning.  As the crowd begins to arrive to express their uncertain condolences, a distant rumble is heard in the sky, as several droid carriers come into view.  In a haste the crowd scrambles to their cars and speeds off to another nearby safehouse just in time to watch the carriers land and droids begin confiscating the contents of the shop.    

As each car pulls into the safehouse someone turns on the news in the background just as a headline flashes on the screen.  It conveys aloud that the driver of the car that had entered the city the previous night resulting in the casualties of all involved in a high speed crash has been identified as one of the Terroir Brothers, descendants of the great Kevin Terroir.  The headline continues stating the brothers' shop had been seized and further prohibitions to outskirts racing are being pushed through the legislation process swiftly.  

The feeling of uncertainty quickly turns to rage as it becomes more and more evident that the events of the last 16 hours do not add up.  Just as the last cars arrive at the meeting place the phone rings once again, this time with an unfamiliar number.  Terroir answers and the voice on the other side of the phone says calmly, “your brother is alive and we think we know where he is.” In disbelief the racer questions this statement, the ensuing conversation reveals that the caller is a board member of Ohm EV Technologies (OEVT or just Ohm) a competitor of AAIC (Artificial Automotive Intelligence Corp.), the largest producer of AI race cars in Haven.  The board member is put on speaker for the rest of the drivers to hear and a plan begins to form.   

The following morning the “surviving” Terroir brother steps into the Haven based headquarters of AAIC as he is met with security.  These security agents quickly escort him to a board room where the company board awaits him as if they knew he would show up.  Terroir calmly begins the conversation, challenging the CEO to a race for the right to continue unsanctioned human races in the outskirts of the city, not mentioning his brother or the crash.  As he finishes issuing this challenge the CEO begins to chuckle followed by the rest of the room, surely no human driven car could ever beat the perfection of an AI driven vehicle that has already run the race millions of times.  As the mocking laughter subsides the CEO becomes serious once more and agrees to the challenge knowing it is a sure win and the result will be squishing the last holdouts of human racing.  The race will take place on the hallowed track of Haven raceway in a weeks time and will feature Terroir along with two team drivers pitted against three AI driven cars.  

The next week is filled with around the clock wrenching by all members of the outskirts community to get the three fastest cars ready for the grand event that could ruin their favorite weekend hobby forever.  Eventually the morning comes as the trailers are loaded at the break of dawn for the drive to the raceway.  As the convoy begins to head toward the city one car breaks away from the group shortly after reaching the outer limits.  This car, the key to the plan hatched a week earlier on that phone call in the safehouse, heads toward an abandoned production facility that was once used to produce human piloted cars.  Once there two drivers get out and begin looking for an entrance to the decrepit façade.    

Just as a door is located, the trailers begin unloading their cargo in the now obsolete team areas of the track.  Slowly the crowd that has gathered in the stands gasps as three muscle cars covered in Ohm decals silently pull out of their respective trailers.  After a pause of disbelief the crowd realizes what has occurred as they erupt into cheer.    

Silently, except for the recognizable sound of tire squeal caused by a racing differential, all three human piloted cars pull up to the checkered line next to their equally silent AI driven counterparts.  With a boom breaking the silence, all six vehicles erupt with a rush of instantaneous electron driven torque, smoking the tires off the line.  The pack take corner after corner in close proximity eventually settling into formation with Terroir in second place just as the static over his headset is broken by his pit chief yelling "they got him out and he’s alive!"  With this burst of good news of his brother's rescue, the “gas” pedal hits the floor and the car rockets around the lead AI car as the crowd roars louder than ever.  Finally after ten laps the checkered flag begins to wave as Terroirs car screams over the line ahead of one of his team drivers and the leading AI car.  

Victory belongs to the outskirts on this day in more ways than one.  The brothers are united once again on the checkered line that was once ruled by their grandfather, revealing to the crowd the corruption of AAIC and proving human error was not responsible for the crash.  As the breeze over the track switches direction the victor turns and remarks to his newly freed brother, “I guess they kidnapped the wrong brother, no way you would've been fast enough.”  As the brothers break into laughter, track security make their way to the AAIC viewing box.