The AI Hoax, Part 2

 

Lewis Hamilton behind the wheel (the video works… click as YT indicates)

Once you watch and think about it, you’ll realize what they misname AI has no place in automobiles. Every aspect of human intelligence and sensory experience is involved in the feat shown above. Not just nanosecond decisions in terms of logic but decisions an order-of-magnitude beyond that primitive level, involving sight, sound, smell, and textile nerve responses in skin, muscles, organs, and bones. The intelligence behind the wheel can move, change and increase its focus’s needed and blend its inputs into the incredibly complex functions of the organ called the brain.

No computer, no set of algorithms, no rote responses to some limited set of monitored data can ever reproduce what the driver is doing in this car, on this track or any other track of roadway.

QED.

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