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From beep to empty seat: the six levels of self-driving code

Back in 2016 I bought a new car, and one afternoon on the motorway it did something that made the hair on my arms stand up.

I was driving home, traffic was light, and I clicked the thing on. And the car just... drove. It held the lane on its own. Gentle little corrections, left, right, following the curve of the road like it had done it a thousand times. My hands were still on the wheel — the car insisted on that, it would beep at me and sulk if I let go for too long — but they weren't doing anything. They were just resting there. Almost useless.

I had been driving for twenty years at that point. Two decades of the thing being mine to do — the steering, the watching, the tiny constant negotiation between me and the road. And here was a machine, in my own car, doing it while I sat there like a passenger in my own life. It was wonderful. It was also a little bit terrifying, in the way that wonderful new things often are. I remember thinking: this is it, the floor shifted under me, and it didn't even make a sound.

I didn't know it back then, but I had just met Level 2.

UBI won't save us, and the nurse will tell you why

I have a friend who is a nurse. Not the TV kind, with good lighting and a romance subplot. The real kind. She does twelve-hour shifts, she lifts grown men who cannot lift themselves, she cleans up things you and I would rather not put into words, and she holds the hand of someone who is dying while their family is stuck in traffic. Then she goes home, sleeps badly, and does it again. Nights, weekends, Christmas.

Lately everybody is telling me she is going to be fine. Because of UBI.

The lump of labour fallacy fallacy

Every time someone says the machines are coming for the jobs, there's a guy in the back of the room who knows the term. Lump of labour fallacy. He's read his economics and he'll explain it to you slowly, the way you explain things to a child. Work isn't a fixed pie, he says. Automate one job and the economy invents three more somewhere you couldn't have predicted. It happened with the loom, it happened with the spreadsheet, it happened with the ATM - banks hired more tellers after the cash machine, not fewer, look it up. So relax. Every century the automation take the jobs, and every century we all somehow still have work.

He's right. He's been right for two hundred years.

That's exactly what worries me.