A better render.

This is the original concept that I completed after the deadline: Break Stuff at Tiffany's - She sets the replica of the 1957 Buick Roadmaster (just printed up that AM) into a sideways drift and steps out as it slides along at 30 mph through the intersection as she snap rips her machine pistol's magazine downrange. Her visage is of some media star of the distant past that she fancies this week, her physique is that of an Olympic athlete who won the gold in exotic dancing in the more recent but still distant past. Her cybernetic infrastructure that would leave Shirow Masamune unable to stand up is controlled by the quantum computer jacked into her skull; with 3 times the total Terran computing capacity circa 2030, we must assume she knows what she's doing distributing ammo in such a fashion. Her name looks like a 2048 character Google generated password to our eyes, but she answers to V. She lives in a swirling foam comprised of sounds and images from thousands of years of media...with zero context. Welcome to The Culture.