I was hoping to live well in to my eighties – partially because I want to be a burden to my daughter and partially because I believe if I live long enough, I’ll get to be one of those talking heads in a jar like on Futurama. Now, I’m not so sure I want to live that long. I saw a story on the news last week about a robot that some nerds built that gets back up after you push it down. Have we learned nothing from the Terminator movies? I’m pretty convinced SkyNet already exists and there isn’t a thing I can do about it, so I’m trying to embrace the inevitable future and, with that acceptance comes autonomous cars. Just like the T-1000, these things can drive themselves and apparently they’re getting better and better every day.
General Motors recently formed an Autonomous Vehicle Development Team in San Francisco that is dedicated to making cars that drive themselves. My suspicion is they see a growing need to combat everyone texting and driving and, like it or not, the future seems hell bent on taking people out of the drivers seat so they can concentrate on other more important things, such as making texting “OMG, that is TFC, Becky” and “That is literally so ratchet” a safe adventure. I assume I’ll be able to nap more often in my driverless car, but I’ll be doing it with one eye open. And if my car ever tells me “Come with me if you want to live,” I’ll probably obey.
Erica Habedank | CW44 Tampa Bay