President: Where we’re going, there are no steering wheels
Source: Ford announces plans for mass production of self-driving cars by 2021
President: Where we’re going, there are no steering wheels
Source: Ford announces plans for mass production of self-driving cars by 2021
Cortana, Windows 10’s built-in virtual assistant, is both really cool and really creepy.
Source: Cortana: The spy in Windows 10 | Computerworld
Expect more of this kind of article. Behind the chrome skin of the shiny, new, smart personal assistants may not be anything more sinister than a land-grab for personal information, but gradually (creepingly), we seem to become more vulnerable to whatever they evolve into, whether that evolution is by design, or by mistake.
It seems everybody’s doing self-driving cars nowadays, but Bloomberg reports that George Hotz is doing for the self-driving car what Biggles did for the Sopwith Camel – giving it the romance of seat-of-the-pants driving, and money-where-your-mouth-is glamour.
There’s a brilliant video clip about half-way through the article that explains absolutely everything (really). In essence, however, what you do is show the AI how you drive your car then, after a few hours, let it get on with it.
Videos posted online appear to show Tesla’s new self-drive mode causing its cars to drive dangerously.
Source: Tesla self-drive mode filmed ‘endangering passengers’ – BBC News
Ars Technica’s Ron Amadeo says:
In its current incarnation, Autopilot seems a little overhyped. At the end of the day it’s just adaptive cruise control and lane keeping. Both features are something we’ve seen on other cars before, making Tesla’s Autopilot feel like another baby step toward automated driving rather than a revolution.
Source: Driving (or kind-of not driving) a Tesla Model S with Autopilot
And there’s more here in the Guardian.
Ars Technica point the way to a new age of car hacking.
I was driving 70 mph on the edge of downtown St. Louis when the exploit began to take hold.
Source: Hackers Remotely Kill a Jeep on the Highway—With Me in It | WIRED