As one who hates driving even more that Hillary Clinton I should, in theory, welcome the advent of the self driving car. I daydream about getting in my wheeled pod, shouting out a location and kicking back to dictate my blog post into a smart phone while I enjoy the ride - but until I'm first lady, senator, sec. of state and foundation boob I won't be able to do it. I've got to drive and, as the great Sammy Hagar sang long ago (before Elon Musk hit puberty), "I can't drive 55" but the "smarter planet" is doing all it can to force my compliance - to govern me as it were. Insurance companies exploit these smart analytics and take the fun out of life - which is why Progressive is the greatest name for an insurance company ever and their commercial about the companies Snapshot® tracking device is so depressingly - depressing.
most recent chronicle of this testosterone fueled fight for justice pits the champions against a technological monster called "gods eye" and vicious criminals who attempt to kill "the family" with drones (very post-Hope). Dom, Brian and the gang win in the end with some serious help from The Rock, but the films ending is bitter-sweet with it's beautiful montage of Paul Walker, a goodbye wave to his brother from another and the lonely drive to the other side.