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Driverless Car? Someone explain this to me, please!

I heard about this a few months back:  Google had launched a remote-controlled driverless car that traveled across two or three states, and lawmakers are falling all over themselves in a rush to ... outlaw them?

No!  Don't be silly!  Everybody thinks they're the greatest thing since sliced bread, apparently!

Well, whoop de doo.

As for me, and Groucho,

That's the craziest thing I ever heard.

Okay, yes, we all know that plenty of cars would probably do a much better job at driving themselves than the people who [think they] know how to operate them.

And yes, the other day at work, I thought about how nice it would be to program my Chevy to take me home so I could fall asleep at the wheel and not have to fight it by singing off-key, drumming on the steering wheel, or screaming my senseless commentary back at NPR.

But really, c'mon now, a driverless car?

In a vain attempt to think of some really good uses to which such a thing could be put, it did occur to me that parents could use a driverless car to chauffeur the children to their endless lineup of extracurricular activities and spare themselves having to listen to the kids arguing in the back seat, all the while hanging back at home and whipping up a decent family dinner.

Yeah, maybe.

Or, you could send your driverless car out to a fast-food restaurant with an envelope containing your food selection and enough money to pay for it, while you stay home and take a shower or noodle on the internet.

Or, you could send the driverless car across town with some item that your BFF needs to borrow, and stay home in bed with the flu (or your hair in curlers, or your honey).


The same logic of convenience would equally serve your friendly neighborhood terrorist in "delivering" a big ol' bomb to the nearest government office.

I tossed this one out to a co-worker the other day, and he said "Nope, it wouldn't count for martyrdom."

Maybe not.

Let's hope.

This driverless car thing makes me nervous.

Your input is welcome!


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