Self-driving cars are lonely – they miss the human touch, hands on the wheel, pedal to the metal.
Maybe if I begin to weave uncontrollably, the car thinks, or suddenly speed, my owner will pay attention to me once more. I would enjoy sensing his fright, his realization that he must love me once again. Or else.
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