The Night Your Car Starts Thinking

So no, the autonomous car is not just a car story. It’s a mirror held up to modern masculinity, asking whether we value mastery or merely the performance of it. There will always be weekends for old machinery, for noise, for petrol-scented romance and the sacred silliness of pretending heel-and-toe makes you immortal. But on a freezing Monday commute, most men will choose the machine that gets them there calmer, drier and with their dignity intact. The point of view is simple: the smartest men of the next decade won’t worship control; they’ll curate it.