So, the normal progression of things is to make your car worthy for the road – to make it roadworthy, as it were. They have roadworthy certificates in this place for that exact reason, to ensure that no cars are on the road but are anything less than worthy.
I had assumed that this dimension was very much like my own, where machines are alive and to prove themselves worthy they must take up arms in gladiatorial combat. Here, it seems like things just get ticked off a clipboard by someone known as an auto mechanic. Bendigo (the area in which I am residing) has a plentiful supply of these characters. It’s… well, it’s not as fun to watch. No one is going to make a day of going along to a mechanic’s garage, sitting in the stands eating popcorn and watching the mechanic checking things off on a list.
I understand that there are other forms of entertainment in this dimension, actual events where people do go along and sit in chairs and eat popcorn while enjoying some form of entertainment (mostly on a screen), but the problem with that is that all forms of entertainment in this dimension are very boring. The violence is fake, the drama and relationships are fake… what’s wrong with everyone, knowing that it’s fake and still enjoying it? Where I’m from, it’s ALL real. People are secretly filmed without their consent in their weakest moments, it’s terribly candid, and it’s better even than ‘reality TV’.
Everything about this dimension is soft, starting with the vehicles, although the fact that they must undergo a roadworthy test is perhaps not so bad. It does mean that the right things get checked to ensure that there’s no unnecessary loss of life from faulty brakes or steering wheels that suddenly fly out the window when you make a sharp turn. That’s the power of a VicRoads roadworthy check, I suppose.
I still think the whole taking up arms thing makes for better viewing, but when in Rome…