My latest column, out today, is on the advent of autonomous technologies — e.g., driverless cars — and surrounding issues.
I live about three hours outside of downtown Washington, where I work. Every Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday, at 4 a.m., my bedroom detaches from my house. The bedroom door seals shut, and my room, sitting atop a platform on wheels, drives itself through the twists and turns of my neighborhood and onto the highway.
This all happens in near silence, and I remain fast asleep. Two hours into the journey, at 6 a.m., traveling at 90 mph, my alarm goes off. I awaken, walk from my bed to the shower — en suite — and get dressed for the workday. It’s now 6:45 a.m., and I have about 15 minutes to check e-mail while my bedroom rolls into a vast, underground garage beneath my office building. I take the long elevator ride up, and I’m at my desk at a few minutes past 7.
Read the entire column here. Your comments are welcome.