

The car of the future was supposed to have pulsating LEDs, self-drive, pursuit mode, turbo boost and an reassuringly patronising personality that would scan for threats and tell you what you were doing wrong. I was supposed to have a chest and head of hair like David Hasselhoff and a rich crime-fighting sugar daddy to fund my escapades.
This is off-white nothingness inside. It leaves me cold.






Wake me up when they pass the age verification check from the original, 1987 version of Leisure Suit Larry in the Land of the Lounge Lizards