“Please, go ahead.”
The gleaming silver spheroid resting before me on the tarmac has a pleasant, female voice. It’s friendly, almost conversational, were it not for the monotonous whirring of a strange motor in the background.
“Please, go ahead,” it says again. It’s telling me that it’s safe to cross in front of it, I believe, so I can get in on the other side. There is no sense of urgency or impatience. This machine isn’t subject to emotion, to the frightening cocktail of testosterone and adrenaline that beget the tragically human phenomenon of road rage.
Mercedes-Benz couldn’t have picked a more appropriate venue to demonstrate the F 015 Luxury in Motion, a distant-future vision of what a fully autonomous car could eventually look...
Riding in the Mercedes-Benz F 015
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