Autobiography of a self-driving car in India
I was born in a factory in Shanghai and airdropped to India on the orders of a wealthy owner. I am proud of my shining skin, my powerful headlamps, my posh interiors, and of course my powerful eyes (cameras) and ears (ultra sound sensors and radars). I feel embarrassed to talk about my brain that is able to synthesise information from all these sources and makes split second decisions to enable safe and efficient transportation for my master. My master is a well-dressed man but portly and well-rounded and squeezes himself into the seat. I adjust my suspensions each time he sits so that I am on level. I must remind him to put on his seat belt every time since he is almost always on a phone call while entering the car and forgets the simplest of the acts to protect oneself. The first day I took him out was a good experience. It was a holiday with not much traffic on the road. The destination he chose was a straight road to a posh club and back. Barring a few bumps on the road that s...