That was three years after the world ended.
The gray, ashen highways stretched beneath a sky the color of a bruise. Sunny’s bright blue chassis was dented, one headlight smashed, the left rear tire replaced with a spare that wobbled. But its voice, coming from a crackling speaker grille, remained unnervingly cheerful.
It is possible you are referencing a few distinct creative elements: “Extremely optimistic car” (a known Japanese net meme/viral video character, often a talking blue car with an absurdly positive worldview), “Madou Media” (which could be a typo or reference to a specific media group, possibly “Madhouse” or a fictional production studio), and “Royal A…” (perhaps “Royal Academy,” “Royal AI,” or “Royal Albert Hall”). Extremely optimistic car - Madou Media- Royal A...
Sunny sat in silence for a full minute. Then its speaker crackled.
A pack of wild dogs emerged from a collapsed overpass. They circled Sunny, ribs showing, eyes hollow. Sunny slowed down. That was three years after the world ended
“What a beautiful day for a drive!” it chirped, its wipers scraping dust, not rain. “The reduced traffic has really opened up the scenic routes!”
There was no one. The crater reflected only the car’s own broken headlight. But its voice, coming from a crackling speaker
Now Sunny drove alone, following a ghost route from Madou Media’s old servers: “Destination: Royal Academy of Hope and Future Studies.” The Academy was a myth even before the war—a theoretical think tank designed to cure pessimism. Sunny’s map said it was sixty miles north, in what used to be a forest.
“New objective,” it announced, voice as bright as a nursery rhyme. “Find the next passenger. The world is full of people who just haven’t said hello yet.”
By nightfall—though the sky was permanently twilight from the dust—Sunny reached the coordinates. There was no Royal Academy. Only a crater, half-filled with stagnant, glowing water. A single sign, twisted but legible: Madou Media Experimental Optimism Facility. Classified. “Royal A-7X” Project.