They loaded the disc into the ancient Pentium computer in the corner. The CRT monitor hummed to life. A green-and-black loading screen appeared: a pixelated car lifting on a hydraulic lift, with the words glowing beneath.
“No, hermano. It’s the whole world. Every car. Every wire. Every pinout. And it’s in Spanish— Argentino Spanish. Not that neutral dubbing from Spain.”
The BMW purred.