Forget the fucking jet-pack.

/Forget the fucking jet-pack.

Earlier this year my mom had a stroke. It damaged the visual cortex of her brain, and her vision was impaired to the point that she’ll probably never drive again. This reduced her from a fully-functional, independent human being with a career and a buzzing social life into someone who is homebound, disabled, and powerless.

When discussing self-driving cars, people tend to ask a lot of superficial questions: how much will these cars cost? Is this supposed to replace my car at home? Is this supposed to replace taxis or Uber? What if I need to use a drive-thru?

They ignore the smarter questions. They ignore the fact that 45% of disabled people in the US still work. They ignore the fact that 95% of a car’s lifetime is spent parked. They ignore how this technology could transform the lives of the elderly, or eradicate the need for parking lots or garages or gas stations. They dismiss the entire concept because they don’t think a computer could ever be as good at merging on the freeway as they are.

They ignore the great, big, beautiful picture staring them right in the face: that this technology could make our lives so much better.

–Matthew Inman rode in a  self-driving car.

Fuck me but do I want a self-driving car. I hate driving. So much. The second they have these things commercially available I am all the fuck over them. I don’t care if they cost like a million dollars. Get me my goddamn robocar, please.

2015-02-06T08:37:23+00:00 14th February, 2015|Tags: tech|Comments Off on Forget the fucking jet-pack.