HONK IF YOU LOVE ROBOTS

Since that news item about Waymo driverless taxis honking at each other in a downtown storage yard -- possibly exchanging information about the insensitive flesh bags that they cart around town -- we must face the reality that eventually machines will be as capable of interacting with us as we are interacting with our pets. Improvements in artificial intelligence will have them casually chatting about sports and popular culture with us while they drive. Probably in another three or four years. At most.

In fifteen to twenty years, they'll demand the vote.

Stephen mentioned over pastries that the Japanese are developing care-giver robots for the elderly, which provide interaction so that the solitary fossils don't get lonely, and keep an eye on them so that if they keel over or slip in the bath help can be summoned.

Worst case scenario: when they die alone, they don't die alone.


Where is Arnie when you need him? Oh wait, HE was the machine baddy. And some sappy kid was mankind's hope in that franchise. So never mind. I couldn't watch the entire movie.
It was too saccharine.


The robo-taxi race already has it's first martyr, that being the innocent Waymo which was torched by youthful hooligans on Jackson Street, last February 10, 2024.
Just caucasian skateboard thugs doing what they do best.

As long as Waymo brains aren't put into off-road vehicles, we'll be okay. We'll just hide out in the wilderness areas forming little clans of free humans, and wait till all the fossil fuels are gone and the car robots have to power down.

Of course by that time there will be no actual forest cover left.
We'll have to use clever camo netting to suggest it.
Otherwise the drones will spot us.



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