Another excerpt from the novelization of the Rocket Summer screenplay.
It was everything she’d imagined it could be and more, and yet she felt strangely disconnected and was compelled to reintroduce herself. She walked along the car, her car, trailing her fingertips on its side, the metal warm in the early morning sun, and she was almost certain it trembled at her touch. She apologized that she hadn’t been instrumental in the forging of its every detail. But somehow now it knew, she was sure, that the very idea for its second life had come from her.
Hello again, she thought. My how you’ve grown.
There was a pinwheel on the antenna, and it seemed to turn in greeting by some imperceptible breeze.