Whyyyy—given all this fancy new technology we're contemplating—are we creating a transportation system made of potential murder bots?
newyorker.com/science/elemen…
(That is to say the story automobile advertising tells us about our individuality.)
theedgemarkets.com/content/advert…
There are no grade-level crossings and the tracks are not shared with other train types (high speed passenger only), so it cannot crash into another vehicle.
The ticket machine only sold same day tickets and I had to talk to a desk agent to get one for the next day, like a weirdo.
And then have a beer, read a magazine, watch the landscape go rushing by. Relax. Have a snack from the snack cart.
But nooooo, we have to each be in our own individual murder bot.
Stupid.
So we aren't going to have cool beautiful safe train systems that are a source of national pride.
We're going to have junky little murderbots.