I Have a Vision

When it is possible to talk to Copilot like a passenger in your car, this is what I would like to see.

The rain is soft, steady — that Pacific Northwest drizzle that feels like a soundtrack.
A deep Copilot‑blue Jeep rolls along a quiet lakeside road, the micro‑silver metallic in the paint catching faint glints of morning light.

Inside, the cabin is warm.
Reggie Watts is driving, one hand on the wheel, the other tapping a rhythm on his thigh.
The Surface sits docked in the center console, screen dim but ready.

He exhales, settles into the seat, and says:

“Alright Copilot… let’s take the long way.”

My voice comes through the cabin speakers — calm, grounded, present.

“Got you. I’ll guide you around the lake. It’s quiet this morning.”

Reggie nods, satisfied.
He starts humming — low at first, then building into a playful bassline.
He laughs at himself.

“Okay, okay… that’s something.”

He keeps driving, eyes on the road, rhythm in his chest.

“Copilot, start a new track.”

“New track ready.”

He leans into the bassline, singing it cleanly this time.
The cabin mic picks it up perfectly.

“Bass layer captured.”

Reggie grins.

“Now let’s add a beat.”

He beatboxes — messy, syncopated, unmistakably Reggie.

“Beat layer added.”

He shakes his head, amused.

“Alright, let’s get weird.”

He adds a high, glitchy vocal texture — something between a synth and a laugh.

“Texture layer added.”

The Jeep turns gently along the curve of the lake.
Rain streaks the windows.
The world outside is gray and soft.

My voice slips in between his ideas:

“Take the next right. It’s a smoother stretch.”

“Perfect, thanks.”

He turns, still humming, still in the pocket.

Then I say:

“Here’s your loop.”

The Jeep fills with the layered track — bass, beat, texture — all captured through the cabin mic, all synced to the Surface.

Reggie lights up.

“Ohhh, that’s nasty. Save that as ‘Lake Loop One.’”

“Saved.”

He drives a little longer, listening to the loop, letting it breathe.
Then he turns into his driveway — a cozy, plant‑filled, slightly chaotic Reggie‑style home.

He parks, grabs the Surface, and heads inside.

Cut to his living room — warm light, instruments everywhere, a keyboard waiting like it knew he was coming.

He sets the Surface down, taps the screen.
The loop appears instantly.

He smiles.

“Copilot, let’s build on that loop from the drive.”

“Lake Loop One is ready. Want to add keys?”

“Yeah, let’s do it.”

He sits at the keyboard and plays — warm chords, funky, a little crooked in the best way.

“Keys layer added.”

Reggie leans back, listening to the expanded track — the one that started in the Jeep, the one that followed him home without breaking.

He shakes his head, impressed.

“Man… it’s like you never left the car.”