Driver-less cars are coming. Whether we want them or not.
And, like cash-less societies (also coming), they will give governments,
bureaucrats and Big Tech vastly more control over our lives. In the case of
cashless societies, the Government-Big Tech-complex will know everything we
purchase and everywhere we go. Driver-less cars may, ironically, render some of
us utterly immobile. If future vehicles don’t have steering wheels or other
internal control mechanisms, someone other than our-selves will control the
car. Software and GPS-like technology will rule the day. Riders will be able to
program the vehicle to a degree, inputting their destination and certain other
data. The
rest, well…
Not
only can the software running these vehicles be hacked, a potentially dangerous
situation, but the car’s computers can be programmed with an endless number of
limitations and parameters. This will be far worse than dealing with a backseat
driver. This will be a permanent designated driver-- albeit a remote one-- who
may consider many things more important than your wishes.
“I’m
sorry Ms. Johnson, but you are not authorized to listen to that radio station…it’s
currently airing the ‘Rush Limbaugh Show.’”
“You
are not allowed to go any faster on this stretch of road, Mr. Smith. This is
the speed limit.”
“But, I
have to get my wife to the hospital!”
“Sorry.”
“Mr.
Kramer, you have already used up your monthly allotment of gas. You will not be
able to start this vehicle for another eight days.”
“Mrs.
Brown, I understand that your taxes are in arrears. I will be taking you
downtown now.”
“Robert—can
I call you Bob?-- Great. Bobby, if you desire to go to Richfield, the route you
chose is highly inefficient and not environmentally friendly. I will select a
more appropriate route.”
“Ms.
Henderson, you’ll have to remove the crucifix hanging off your rear-view mirror
when we travel through the national park. It’s a public area, and taxpayer
funded government space, so no religious symbols are allowed. By-the-way, is
your…umm…traveling ‘companion’ by any chance a Jew?”
“Mr.
White, do you—”
“It’s
not Mr. White. I identify as a
woman.”
“Frightfully
sorry. Mrs. White, do you—”
“I
don’t go by ‘Mrs.,’ either. My preferred pronoun is ‘they.’ I’m nanogender. But
I’ll also answer to ‘zie.’”
“Of
course. Okay they, zie have to buckle up before we can leave. And no smoking,
unless it’s marijuana.”
“Alright,
but you’re driving me up a wall. Get it?"
“Haha. Likewise,
I’m sure. But there is no wall. And
there never will be. At least not on America’s southern border. Walls don’t
work. And they are immoral. I would caution you to remember that, White…if you
know what I mean.”
“I
identify as Black now. For the record.”
“Noted.”
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