{"id":6437,"date":"2024-09-08T17:35:25","date_gmt":"2024-09-08T23:35:25","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/?p=6437"},"modified":"2024-09-08T17:35:25","modified_gmt":"2024-09-08T23:35:25","slug":"the-future","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/2024\/09\/08\/the-future\/","title":{"rendered":"The Future"},"content":{"rendered":"<h3>1. Waymo<\/h3>\n<p>When Paul came out of the restaurant, Trudy and I got up from the bench where we had been sitting in the sun. We all started to walk across the parking lot.<\/p>\n<p>I had been watching a man with a bag getting into a car with no driver. There was a large spinning device on top of the vehicle, and odd protrusions sticking out from the two front corners. It drove off after the man got in, but I knew the street to be a cul-de-sac and that it would return.<\/p>\n<p>&ldquo;You just missed it,&rdquo; I said to Paul. &ldquo;There was a guy who just got a bunch of togo food and jumped into a Waymo. They&rsquo;ll be coming back around any moment.&rdquo; And sure enough, just then the future-car came around the corner with no one at the wheel and a man sitting in the back seat.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&ldquo;Oh wow,&rdquo; Paul said.<\/p>\n<p>He was genuinely excited.<\/p>\n<h3>2. Cybertruck<\/h3>\n<p>On the way home, as we cruised southbound in the right lane, a Cybertruck drove quickly by, passing us and the traffic in the other lanes, as Cybertrucks are want to do. It was flat-black with no markings. If the navigation radar had been turned on, it would have registered nothing in that lane with that stealthy truck, but as it was, I had no navigation radar to turn on in the first place.<\/p>\n<p>&ldquo;Oh wow,&rdquo; Paul said. &ldquo;My first Cybertruck!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>He was genuinely excited.<\/p>\n<p>&ldquo;First a Waymo. Now a Cybertruck. What a trip!!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8230;<\/p>\n<p><em>The future reveals itself incrementally.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>1. Waymo When Paul came out of the restaurant, Trudy and I got up from the bench where we had been sitting in the sun. We all started to walk across the parking lot. I had been watching a man with a bag getting into a car with no driver. There was a large spinning [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6437"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=6437"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6437\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":6438,"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6437\/revisions\/6438"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=6437"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=6437"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=6437"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}