Self-Driving Car Almost Hits Pedestrian, So He Fights Back
By James Conrad
For about a couple years, we have been seeing white, futuristic Jaguar automobiles with a spinning thing on the top, under a plastic enclosure. I used to look upon these bizarre, Phildickian vehicles with puzzlement, but then I figured out that they are self-driving taxis.
More recently, I also learned that, like all newfangled technology, these machines – though far more benevolent than the wicked gadgets in a certain Stephen King movie – are only as smart as the people who build and program them.
Case in point, I was about to catch the bus home from the corner of Haight and Fillmore one damp, dreary Sunday night in early March 2023, when I saw one idling in the middle of the intersection, with a young man and his small dog on a leash standing alongside it.
As an amused crowd gathered to watch the standoff, I walked to the corner and asked the fellow with the dog what was going on.
“It cut me off in the crosswalk,” he said, gesturing toward the self-driving car. “This was an illegal left turn. So I’m going to annoy the robot. I like annoying robots. Fuck you, robot.”
Not long afterward, the car honked its horn and a disembodied, monotone computer voice said, “Unsafe behavior.”
This amused me for a few seconds, but then I saw a line of cars descending downhill and due east on Haight Street. Sure enough, there were exasperated honks and cries of “Go the fuck home.”
At this point, I began to see that the jape had begun to outlive its usefulness. Not only were the drivers coming down Haight Street getting annoyed, but a safety risk had been created. I said, “Is this actually helping? Isn’t your dog getting cold? This isn’t Tienanmen Square, you know.”
I then asked perhaps the most appropriate question of all, given both the matters at hand and the terrain of San Francisco – “Is this the hill you want to die on?”
“I don’t care. I got cut off in the crosswalk, so I’m just going to annoy the robot.”
HONK! “Unsafe behavior.”
“Compared to what? You cut me off in the crosswalk! Fuck you!”
I then said something to the effect that the machine doesn’t have enough of a conscience to react effectively to being taunted, and having seen enough, caught the next bus downtown.
Sure. I get that it is scary to be cut off at the crosswalk, as that puts any given pedestrian inches and seconds away from certain death. When a self-driving car is involved, I suppose I cannot help but think of Maximum Overdrive at least just a little. I also recognize the risk posed to the dog. On the other hand, it probably might be a more effective way to deal with the problem by telling Waymo, “Fuck you – strong letter to follow” and taking the obvious next step. At least that way, nobody has to get hurt, arrested or possibly killed.