My car thinks it’s smarter than me, and I find that really sad. Like, it’ll scream at me with its sensors when a car is turning in front of me.
“ONCOMING CAR!!! You WILL die!!!”
Meanwhile my “can’t do high school math” ass is just like “nah” and I’m always right.
That’s got to be infuriating if you’re my car. Like you’re a machine powerful enough to have been considered a supercomputer in any time but our own, and you’re still outclassed in computation by a hairless ape who was turned down from taking high school calculus for being too bad at math. It’s using all the power at its disposal to stop me from dying, meanwhile, I’m thinking about what I’ll eat for lunch and humming along to the radio, and I still win in this battle of mathematical perception. It’s gotta suck.
