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InternetJune 12, 2023

I caught a driverless taxi and it was terrifying

Photo: Getty Images; design by Tina Tiller
Photo: Getty Images; design by Tina Tiller

In San Francisco, ‘autonomous vehicle’ cabs can be hailed via an app as you would an Uber or Zoomy. A visiting Wellingtonian tests it out – and is in no hurry to repeat the experience.

Every couple of years I travel to San Francisco to see my sister, Kelly. While I’m there I always try to make the most of the Bay Area’s reputation as the “home of big tech” and seek out experiences and services that are delivered by robots or otherwise futuristic. Of course, this is all in the name of professional interest – both of our day jobs focus on looking at how technology affects and intersects with people’s lives. 

During my most recent visit just last week, I stumbled upon an AI robot manicure service which did a pretty good job of delivering a shiny blue coat to my nails – although it took a call to a human assistant to get the machine going properly and was a real faff to keep my hand still enough for the robot to work. On my previous trip in 2019, Kelly and I headed to Cafe X, a “robot” coffee kiosk that turned out to be a standard push-button coffee machine accompanied by a robot arm that delivered the coffee cup to us with great verve and a funny little dance. Clearly, while the AI robotic future may be arriving in San Francisco, it still needs a fair amount of human assistance and oversight.

The robot experience at the top of my list for my recent visit was to be driven around a busy city in a driverless car. Lucky for me, Kelly had been made it to the top of the waiting list to use the Cruise driverless taxi service but hadn’t tried it yet – she just needed an enthusiastic visitor to get her excited enough to download the app and make a plan to use it. 

A Cruise driverless car on a test drive in San Francisco in 2019 (Photo: Andrej Sokolow/picture alliance via Getty Images)

Driverless cars, or more technically “autonomous vehicles” (AVs), exist on a spectrum from driver-assisted autopilot to cars or trucks that drive unassisted by humans. In Aotearoa, people are starting to dabble with and plan for AVs. For example, local company Ohmio has tested automated shuttles at Christchurch Airport and in other controlled environments and Te Manatū Waka has an automated vehicle work programme. But at the moment, it seems we’re a fair way from having fully autonomous vehicles using public roads, interacting with traffic and pedestrians without user assistance. 

In San Francisco, it’s a different story. For the past few years, residents have shared the road with AVs from a number of companies. Until recently, these cars were in testing and training mode and had human driver assistants present in the cars and no passengers, or were driverless but also passengerless. These AVs caused plenty of chaos, with driverless cars frequently spotted stuck in the middle of the road, confusing residents, or even evading police

Nonetheless, two providers have recently been granted the requisite permits to operate fully autonomous passenger services around San Francisco: Waymo (owned by Google’s parent company Alphabet) and Cruise (a subsidiary of General Motors). Both companies can currently only operate fully autonomous services without a driver present between 10pm and 6am, but only Cruise’s permits allow it to charge for this. However, two draft resolutions from the California Public Utilities Commission which are scheduled to be heard at the end of June would see the now-limited services expanded.  

So, last Wednesday night, after dinner in town, Kelly and I walked about 15 minutes into the specified service area, killed an hour at a local bar, and then headed out just after 10pm to catch a Cruise car to as close to the BART (rapid transport) station as possible. The process was pretty easy and will be familiar to anyone who has used Uber or Zoomy. We saw a car was nearby, specified our pick-up and drop-off locations, and within a couple of minutes our car pulled up. So far, so normal.

Kelly orders the car, and it pulling up to the kerb, sans driver (Photos: Anna Pendergrast)

When the car arrived at the kerb, it was a little unsettling to see no driver inside. I took a bunch of video from our trip and I can be heard excitedly saying “I hate it! I hate it!” as the car pulls up, mostly I assume because it felt uncanny and strange. And perhaps like any technological change or development, the fear of the unknown is more compelling than any actual risk. I mean, how dicey could it be? Kelly unlocked the car (weirdly named “Calamari”) using the app on her phone, and we climbed inside. The app demanded we fasten our seatbelts before departing, and screens embedded in the back of the passenger seats showed the route the car would be taking. We were ready.

Our ride started off well. After pressing the “Start Ride” button on the app, the steering wheel turned to pull out and we were off. A female voice gave us some instructions over the speaker system: keep our seatbelts on, press the “Stop Ride” button on the roof of the car to end our ride early, enjoy our ride. At first it was very weird to see the steering wheel move unassisted, as the car pulled up to four-way stops, paused, and continued when no hazard was sensed. We went up and down hills, gave a wide berth to a pedestrian who was standing on the road, and turned left at a traffic light without too much fuss. I mean, there was fuss, but it was from Kelly and me laughing as hard as we have in ages at an experience that was really unlike anything we’d had before. Every time we spotted a hazard, we asked ourselves if the car would also “see” it and react in time. And it did! It was fine. The feeling I can most equate it to was a rollercoaster, where it’s scary and fun but you know you’re most likely going to be safe.

That feeling changed when, about two-thirds of the way through our ride, we entered a busier part of town close to the central business district. For no reason we could ascertain the car suddenly did a fast swerve towards parked cars before correcting itself. Our mood turned from giddy excitement to a feeling of “oh shit, what did we get ourselves into?”.

As we were closer to downtown there were more cars and people around, meaning more cars and people to act in myriad unpredictable ways. Our car sped up at weird times and did another handful of swerves towards the parked cards on the side of the road. It was legitimately freaky, and I started getting on edge and panicking a bit, telling the car to slow down at least twice and getting stressed at other cars not indicating when turning corners. At one stage Kelly exclaimed “I feel like we’re being held hostage!”. We considered pushing the stop ride button, but stopping on a busy street felt like it might be an even worse idea than continuing. 

A few minutes later we arrived at our specified destination. Our car pulled up to the side of the road, told us the ride was complete and we unbuckled our seatbelts and exited. When we were safely on the footpath the car silently pulled away and drove off into the dark city streets ready for its next passengers. We, however, had not finished our journey, and had to walk another 10 minutes to get to the train station due to the limited area in which the cars can operate.

As I write this it’s a couple of days later and I have mixed feelings about our ride. It was genuinely scary at times, and while most of this can be attributed to it being a very new experience, the car did make a series of driving moves that did seem objectively risky. I don’t think I’d jump at the experience again any time soon. 

At the moment, the paid AV taxi services in San Francisco aren’t particularly practical for passengers due to the restricted time and area in which they operate. I expect that most users are like me and Kelly: curious folks who want to see what the experience is like. However, autonomous vehicles will no doubt continue to be developed and deployed. Hopefully they’ll get more adept at navigating the unpredictable nature of city streets with variable geography, humans, pets and human-driven cars. 

Even as the AV companies are pushing to have their service area and time window expanded, some city politicians and transportation officials in San Francisco are pushing back, asking for more regulation and questioning the safety of these services. It’s true that well-designed driverless cars can reduce some of the risks posed by human drivers: they don’t drive drunk, they don’t text and drive, and they are programmed to follow the road rules (even if they sometimes fail). But they also work best when other road users act in predictable and orderly ways. Which isn’t always the case.

I can’t imagine we will see rides offered to passengers to Pōneke where I live any time soon, except in controlled conditions. Many of the roads are narrow and windy, Aotearoa is largely a “taker” of emerging technology, and regulations and incentives don’t appear to be designed to entice trials here. I may well stand corrected in coming years, and if future AVs are guaranteed to be safer and more efficient than human-driven cars or trucks and can seamlessly coexist with human road users, I won’t complain. But as with all technologies, I don’t think people should just develop them without looking at the bigger picture. In the face of the climate emergency, we need a wider rethink of our transportation system and how we get people and things from A to B. AVs likely have a role to play, but they should only be one part of the picture and not developed and deployed in isolation or at the expense of a system that works for everyone. 

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Some writers just write one book. Am I one of them? (Image: Archi Banal)
Some writers just write one book. Am I one of them? (Image: Archi Banal)

SocietyJune 8, 2023

Help Me Hera: I wrote one book and I’m worried I can’t write another

Some writers just write one book. Am I one of them? (Image: Archi Banal)
Some writers just write one book. Am I one of them? (Image: Archi Banal)

Is it just writer’s block, or am I a talentless troll destined for failure?

Want Hera’s help? Email your problem to helpme@thespinoff.co.nz

Dear Hera,

I’m a writer and artist and person in my early 30s. I had a book come out recently (by recently I mean about a year ago). It was reasonably successful by which I mean it didn’t make me any money but a few people messaged me saying they liked it. 

Anyway. Up until now I’ve been a fairly prolific writer. I’ve published a couple of chapbooks in the last few years and done a lot of freelance stuff for barely any money. But the writing I have done has been very personal/soul-baring in nature and I don’t really want to do that any more. I’d prefer to try to do something fictional/fun but then I keep finding myself staring blankly at walls or having existential crises instead of writing. I’m also not as ambitious as I used to be. I would prefer to just have a house and a husband and maybe a kid (also not economically viable in this world) and not have a successful book or have anyone look me in the eye ever again. But I can’t let go of this urge to produce, to make something of myself, however crappy and unsellable. To express something through art and have someone else maybe connect with it.

Lately I’m finding myself absolutely at a loss creatively without relying on my go-to hectic vulnerability. I’m wondering if I’m just a talentless troll who should go wallow in a swamp somewhere until I die from some kind of wallowing disease. I’ve signed up for a PhD in creative writing (with scholarship) but am worried I’m just going to be blocked forever like a big ugly Sphynx nose buried in miles of Egyptian sand. 

Basically, what do you do when you are stuck creatively? How do you crawl out of the swamp? And is there a point at which you should just give up … and is that point now?

Yours,

Sphynxy 2: Electric Boogaloo

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Dear Sphynxy 2: Electric Boogaloo

Is there a carbon monoxide leak in my house? Is this a Nicholas Sparks novel where I’m getting letters from the past? 

First of all, congratulations on publishing your book. Finishing any big project is always a shock to the system and I think it’s supposed to be normal to want to lie on the floor until you grow various lichens. Unfortunately, it’s also normal to feel a nauseous, spiritual malaise whenever you aren’t working on something, and become consumed by the idea you’re wasting your life. 

You just accomplished something huge! You should be celebrating, not inventing new diseases. You can afford to relax. Just think of Donna Tartt. She only emerges from underneath the soil once a decade. But do we begrudge her all that time underground, polishing her egg sacs? 

I’ve always envied writers like Wodehouse, Christie, Pratchett. The Clydesdales of literature, with their prodigious work ethics and singular visions. People who had one idea so good, they never needed to have another one again. In my opinion, the best kind of writer to be. But I don’t understand how anyone has more than three books of poetry in them. Maybe it’s constitutional, and you simply have to have the same disease as Emily Dickinson. Or live in 19th century Amherst, with nothing to do but flirt with God via the back of envelopes. 

There are some writers who are able to perform marathon-length feats of autobiography, like Karl Knausgaard or James Herriot or Annie Ernaux*. In my opinion, even people who keep regular diaries are intimidating. But I can understand getting tired of baring your soul to strangers, like a tawdry old man in a shabby raincoat. 

First, forget about giving up. You’ve got a prodigious work ethic and the sickening and compulsive urge to make something beautiful of your life. If you don’t write, you’ll just have to channel all that energy into making frightening dioramas or maintaining elaborate imaginary worlds of childhood. 

But it’s fun to switch genres. Whatever you write next won’t require less vulnerability. Fiction exposes you in completely different ways. (Are you OK, Mary? I heard you wrote a 700-page novel about a group of tiny people who live beneath a clock?) But it can also be liberating!

First of all, you need to unionise, and demand a holiday from your employer (yourself). Are there any swimming pools in your vicinity? Go and sit by them. Buy yourself an ice cream. You’ve obviously been working exhaustively and need a rest. Not just for your own sanity, but for the good of your writing. 

I think you should go on a reading vacation. By which I don’t mean quit your job. Nobody’s rich enough for that. But reallocate the time you’re currently spending staring blankly at the wall and use it to read instead. Give yourself a lavish and excessive number of months. How long until you start a PhD? Use all of it. 

Whenever you’re discouraged or struggling to think of an idea, the best thing to do is return to what you love. Remind yourself what books are good for. Borrow something from every section of the library. It doesn’t matter whether it’s David Graeber or The Usbourne Young Puzzle Adventures. Re-read your favourite book from every year of your life, starting with Goodnight Moon. Try something ancient and prestigious, like Homer. Get Jilly Cooper on audiobook and walk around the neighbourhood, thinking of horses. It doesn’t matter what, as long as it interests you. Whenever I get stuck, this is always what opens the world up again. 

It can be a dangerous thing to do. Every few years I get confused about how good Elizabeth Strout is, and start thinking I can write depressing short stories set in New England. But trial and error is the only way forward. If you’ve been writing autobiographically up until now, your whole life has been in preparation for those books. It makes sense to give yourself extra time to research alternatives to reality. 

If you truly don’t know what to do, then humour me and write a children’s book. Write the thing you most wanted and needed to read as a 10-year-old, besides an illustrated history of the Titanic, complete with lavish and elaborate cross sections. Kids deserve better than grim American mindfulness fables or the new David Walliams. 

You’ve already accomplished a lot. You’ve proved you can finish things. Now you have the luxury of time. The goal here is to find an idea that makes you truly excited to venture out from the swamp each day. 

Because the swamp is your home now.  

Welcome to the swamp! 

We love, honour and revere the swamp! 

We praise the righteous swamp! Into which we’ll all someday return. 

When you’re in the swamp it’s normal to feel like you’ll never leave the swamp. That you’re destined to languish in the weeds forever. The swamp is where old things decay, but it’s also where new things grow. If you have a long enough career, you’ll probably end up in the swamp hundreds of times. But it’s not so bad in the swamp. It’s humid and green and biodiverse. Fran Lebowitz is here, smoking in a dinner jacket. You might as well pull up a rotten tree stump, grab a copy of Piranesi and make yourself at home.  

*Although Ernaux recently said winning the Nobel has destroyed her ability to write.

Want Hera’s help? Email your problem to helpme@thespinoff.co.nz