Navigating the Traffic and One-Way Streets
When I think of how traffic, in general, goes...it's amazing that it flows at all. Think how you would explain traffic to someone, say, from another planet.
There are millions of these rolling, big machines confined onto strips of things called roadways. They are piloted by individuals. The job of these individuals is to steer, accelerate, brake, and--this is the most important part--dodge all of the millions of other big, rolling machines for the entire duration of not just the trip, but ideally for the individuals' entire lives. And get this: not even a single light touch is acceptable. Not even for a second. Yes, these individuals are deluded into thinking this is not only doable, but actually easy. They do this relaxed. In fact, they spend vast sums of money to buy more comfortable rolling, big machines. And they do it with--or all things--distractions. There is sound from speakers, sight of all things other than the road ahead--conversations with eye contact within the rolling, big machines. They do it while euphoric from substances. There is even texting.
I, myself, have not always been successful in dodging the other rolling, big machines. And there have been some individuals, perhaps a little too relaxed, who have failed to dodge me in my own rolling, big machine. Some of these failures in this master plan have been much more than light touches. There have been some that have resulted in my big machine no longer able to roll.
Before rolling, big machines there were horses. Even wagons pulled by horses. They had to navigate and dodge the other horses. But here's the thing: the horses don't want to ram into each other. They see other horses coming and they dodge them out of self-interest. If only our rolling, big machines could have self-interest as such.
Now there are companies making rolling, big machines that act out of self-interest. They use AI to navigate the impact-free paths in the most efficient ways. They will all be linked up, which begs the question: didn't we learn our lesson with SkyNet?
I once rear-ended a car stopped in front of me while reading a billboard that said, "Don't text and drive." Good advice. Then, a priest behind me rear ended me. Why did he do that? Is it because I was an altar boy in grade school?
No matter how it's done, rear-ending is just not genteel. But when there are millions of rolling, big machines to dodge--never-ending, everywhere, by all sorts of individuals--I suppost you're going to get rear-ended sooner or later.