He settled into the seat, the revised interior textures catching the faint glow of the terminal lights. Every dial on the dashboard looked sharper, every button placed with the precision of a Swiss watch. He turned the key, and the engine didn't just start—it purred with a deep, realistic rumble that vibrated through the floorboards.
"Ready to work, old friend?" he muttered, checking his mirrors. The new glass reflections showed the sprawling container yard with crystal clarity.
Rain began to smear the windshield as he crossed into Germany. Elias flipped the wipers on; even the animation felt more fluid, more deliberate. Through the storm, the cut a path through the gloom, the high beams illuminating the wet tarmac and road signs with a natural, crisp glow.
