That’s way in the future, as recent evidence shows that self-driving cars are still far from being ready for prime time, as they say.
Besides, there are still many people who love cars.
I agree this remains in the future. But notice that not so long ago, many thought computers couldn’t play chess above the level of top grandmasters, and would never beat the world champion. So the world was shocked when IBM’s Deep Blue beat Garry Kasparov in 1999. Today, less than 20 years later, anyone can download chess engines to their smartphone which can destroy all human chess players.
Also notice that even fewer years ago, it was predicted that computers would *never* learn to play Go at the level of world champions. Needless to say, AlphaGo has since beaten the world champion.
In comparison to playing chess or Go, it wouldn’t seem that driving a car safely is that difficult.
Rush- Red Barchetta - Lyrics
My uncle has a country place, that no one knows about
He says it used to be a farm, before the Motor Law
And on Sundays I elude the ‘Eyes’, and hop the Turbine freight
To far outside the Wire, where my white-haired uncle waits
Jump to the ground
As the Turbo slows to cross the borderline
Run like the wind
As excitement shivers up and down my spine
Down in his barn
My uncle preserved for me an old machine -
For fifty-odd years
To keep it as new has been his dearest dream
I strip away the old debris, that hides a shining car
A brilliant red Barchetta, from a better, vanished time
Fire up the willing engine, responding with a roar!
Tires spitting gravel, I commit my weekly crime...
Wind in my hair -
Shifting and drifting -
Mechanical music -
Adrenaline surge -
Well-weathered leather
Hot metal and oil
The scented country air
Sunlight on chrome
The blur of the landscape
Every nerve aware
Suddenly, ahead of me, across the mountainside
A gleaming alloy air-car, shoots towards me, two lanes wide
I spin around with shrieking tires, to run the deadly race
Go screaming through the valley as another joins the chase
Run like the wind
Straining the limits of machine and man
Laughing out loud
With fear and hope, I’ve got a desperate plan
At the one-lane bridge
I leave the giants stranded
At the riverside
Race back to the farm
To dream with my uncle
At the fireside